Black Company Map Novels & Stories

"I will personally contact 'Blackfire' and let Alexander see the strength of the Black Maple Organization. No matter who is aboard the Maxima, I will make sure that they will never come out alive!" Blackfire? Vinicent was stunned at first before the message sank in and he was filled with joy. It's worth noting that the Black Maple Organization was deeply rooted, with its influence reaching far and wide. There were undercover agents cultivated by the Black Maple Organization in at least thirty highly developed countries worldwide. And Blackfire was one of their agents who held a prominent position in one of the world's five major powers, Umbracia! "Blackfire." The Black Maple Master lowered h

“Would you stop cursing and tell me what the plan is? We are going to London and in case you didn’t notice. We have no back up, our men are staying behind. He is at an advantage. How are we going to deal with that?” A smirk appeared on my face, I didn’t blame the boy for being nervous, he didn’t know the extent of my reach in this world, but he was about to find out. “Just because we are called the Blacks of Summer Strand doesn’t mean we only operate in Summer Strand.” He gave me a confused look. He could be slow sometimes. “We have branches of the Black mafia all over the world, but the biggest one is Summer Strand. In London I have about two hundred men.” His eyes widened. “If you call tha

I wondered if Japhet had ordered Alex to treat me like this… bring me to him by every possible way of disrespectful behaviour. Soon they heaved me up and carried me all the way to the parking lot where I was tossed inside a black van, my dizzy eyes watching the security guards of the club doing nothing to stop the kidnapping. The crowd were just laughing as they were drunk and cursing at me for being a weakling! The doors of the van closed when Alex and his men were inside. Right after, they headed in the direction of Black City. I heard them mentioning it. The City of underworld bosses, every Mafia group’s headquarters are in that City, and it’s not your average city but spread in a large p

Black said to her and lovingly caress her lips with his fingers. With that, he went out to use the other bedroom and get dressed so Daphne can use the main bedroom. SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY ~THE VADOO GANG HIDEOUT~ The most dangerous and famous underworld mafia after the Black Blood which is the signature name for the Williams in the Mafia world. They’ve been enemies for years and trying their best to get back at Black Blood for killing their leader. But years ago, they’ve gotten a new leader who proved to be much stronger than their late boss.

It was the Blackhawk Emblem that Conrad mentioned! In addition, there was also a folded map. Andrius opened the map, took a look, and immediately ordered, “Noir, get ready. We’re going there right away.”

His hands rested on his knees, gripping them tightly, as he struggled to steady his breaths. A black card lay before him on the ground, its surface adorned with bold, gold letters spelling out the unmistakable ‘S.’ The infamous Blacklist card—a harbinger of impending doom, signifying that the person who received it was about to endure the worst week, if not year, of their life. A tradition created by the alphas of the Shadowblood Territory. If anyone dared to offend alphas of Shadowblood territory, that person’s name appeared on the blacklist that was displayed on a big, glowing sign.

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

The war chamber felt heavier than it should, the air thick with tension and unspoken emotions. A single oil lamp cast flickering shadows over the grand oak table, illuminating the tattered map of Blackthorn Prison. Red ink scrawled across it in deliberate lines, marking guard rotations, weak points, and underground passages that could either be a way in—or a death trap.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

"What? How did you locate it? Care to explain Ash?" "As you can see, I said that something was off with the coordinates the Black Clan gave us. And you're right, the Black Clan already gave us the longitude. Its 90 degrees. And by creating and following the coordinate plane, at first glance, we managed to locate North and South Dakota. But, we only located these places based on our coordinate plane Alexander. If you try to locate the longitude of North or South Dakota on the map itself, it is somewhere less than 105 degrees west longitude." Ash then pointed to the faint blue vertical lines he'd been staring at a while ago and traced the line until he reach the top corner of the map. The vert