Blackwood Map Eso Novels & Stories

"How many are there? Have other kingdoms been alerted?" My father went through his drawer, bringing out a map. He spread out the map on the table. It was a map of Eortí. "This here," he pointed to a spot on the map. Alexander and I stood up, moving behind father to get a proper view of the map. "This is the spot where the undead are being found now. I'm sure you can see why I'm worried." "Thousands have risen from Eortí," Alexander noted, taking count of the thousands of black dots across the map. They were markings showing the position of the werebies. "Seems like some are heading towards Trinigad borders already."

The atmosphere inside Eugene’s study was tense. Several maps were spread across the large oak desk while others hung pinned against the walls with markings indicating patrol routes, rogue sightings, and border reports from neighboring territories. The room smelled faintly of parchment, ink, and frustration that belonged almost entirely to Eugene. The Alpha King stood at the center of the room with his hands braced against the desk while his eyes remained fixed on one particular map. Max stood nearby and so did the new commander of Blackwood’s guard. Neither looked particularly eager to be the one to tell Alpha Eugene that finding the rogues would take time.

that the family had introduced into the Gallery. "The 'Unmapped' state is a 'Functional Error', Silas Blackwood," the Engineer’s voice boomed from the heavens. It was a sound stripped of all character, a voice that echoed with the clinical indifference of a being that viewed the universe as a series of equations. "You have 'contravened' the Second Phase. You have used the 'Genesis' to 'Soil' the Blueprint. We are here to 'Format' the North to its 'Default State'."

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

Fennigan pointed out the window at the dense forest rushing by. "We just crossed the territory line. The Blackwood land sits n=on a convergence of ley lines--massive currents of earth energy. It's one of the most powerful territories in the country." "Sometimes, humans just feel a little dizzy. But, you...you're a Spark. You"re sensitive to energy." Leela groaned as another wave of pressure throbbed in her head. "It feels like my head is in a vice."

Then he moved to his own quarters to prepare for the journey. The Blackwood estate was three days' normal travel from the Court. But Raphael wasn't planning normal travel. He had access to old royal portals.....transportation networks built by his ancestors that connected key locations across the supernatural world. Most were sealed or forgotten, but Raphael had spent decades mapping the ones that still functioned. There was a portal terminus in a cave system about five miles from the Blackwood estate. He could reach it in hours instead of days. Arrive at the estate before dawn. Reveal himself to Eve and her mates while they were still processing Cassandra's betrayal and the intelligence bre

The map inside was a strip of treated hide marked with wells, stones, collapsed roads, and names scratched out so many times the surface had gone thin. Lorelai spread it across the command table. Her burned palm hovered above Greyhaven’s mark. Light rose through the hide. Lines formed one by one, answering the stones outside. Greyhaven. Blackwater. A buried marker beneath the chapel vault. Three dead roads leading east. Two broken lines ending at blank spaces where the map had been cut. Karl stood behind her, close enough that his breath stirred the hair near her ear. “Stop if it hurts.” “It already hurts. That is not the same as stopping.”

They could create a barrier the Soul Eaters couldn't cross. The drive took them out of the urban sprawl and into the dense, oppressive canopy of the Blackwood. The trees here were ancient, their branches tangled like the fingers of drowning men. The mist was thinner here, but it felt more concentrated, swirling in the hollows of the roots. As they approached the coordinates Marcus provided, the forest began to change. The shadows seemed to pull back, and the air grew warmer, smelling of lavender and ozone.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 The dull, synchronized roar of three heavy combustion engines pierced the howling alpine wind, vibrating through the limestone bedrock before the vehicles even cleared the northern bend. Lucian did not drop his trowel, but his movements slowed, his frozen muscles locking as the headlights cut through the blinding sheets of snow. Three armored black SUVs; pristine, heavily reinforced, and bearing the distinctive silver seal of Blackwood Global across their front grilles skidded into the gravel courtyard. They looked completely absurd in this valley, like slick Manhattan predators that had mistakenly wandered into a glacial trap.