Blank Map Of The Western Hemisphere Novels & Stories

Rip it open, find nothing, and toss it away. I was just about to throw another scroll to the side when I spotted something, and so I forced my exasperated eyes to look again. I held the scroll up to the light and inspected it more closely. It was a map, of almost the entire Northern Hemisphere. It displayed parts of land from Poland, all over Russia, down to Mongolia and the top of North America, to what we now know as Alaska and North West Canada. It was old. I could tell just by looking at the markings and roughly hand drawn borders. In the bottom right-hand corner of the scroll was a scribbled signature next to the date 1689. So it’s very old then. The outlined borders weren’t any kind of

They called the mountain that because along with the black plains it acts as a buffer or divider that separated intelligent life-forms and civilizations from the wild and untamed wilderness. Studying in the Imperial library, Xasha found an atlas it had a map of the entire geopolitical landscape of the continent. Humans and other races including Beastmen live on the west coast of the continent, occupying about 30% of the land. The other 70% of the continent was just wilderness filled with energy beast tribes so powerful that humans don't even consider taking the risk of going there to sightsee. There were a few brave souls called map makers, they go into the wilderness and record to geography

The space was so effortlessly masculine that I could imagine he was in it if I closed my eyes, and no detail escaped me, from the leather and wood furnishings, to the books on the wall and a stocked bar at the far wall that looked like it hadn’t been touched in sometime. On his desk, a huge piece of paper sat unfurled, and even though I knew I was snooping I couldn’t help myself. I glided over, going to stand on the side of Hector’s desk that he usually sat on to have a better view of it. It was a map of our territory, or at least that was what I thought at first glance. As I continued to study it though, it slowly dawned on me that it was a map of all of the major Lycan territories in the w

But my cell is back at the estate with the rest of my things, and Ward's phone is several years old - he can't do much but make calls and send text messages. We prop the atlas up against the dash of Ward's car and flip through it page by page. Each map is a web of roads, a tapestry of colored lines. There's a page for every state, as well as close-ups of all the major cities. There's also a larger map of the entire continental United States. When I look at that page, when I see how everything connects, it really does feel like we could go anywhere.

“The map.” I frowned as I moved closer. “What about it?” He spread it out for me to see. “We’ve searched almost everywhere. Every territory, every hidden path, every known route… and nothing.” I studied it carefully before something clicked. “This only covers the werewolf lands,” I pointed out. “What about the northern continent?” He shook his head. “It’s unlikely. Anyone powerful enough to do this from there would have been noticed crossing into our territory.” “Still,” I said quietly, “anything is possible.”

I said. "I've been looking at the western corridor routes." "You've been awake since the fifth hour." "Yes." I crossed to the desk. I looked at the maps. He had three spread across the surface — the continental map, the western territory map, and a smaller map of the sea crossing route. He had been making notes on a separate sheet beside them, in his careful hand, in the columns and headings of a man who had spent his whole life turning intentions into plans. The notes were already organized into sections.

She shifted in my lap. “What am I looking at?” She asked with sheer curiosity. “This is the underworld map, showing the influence from the most to least.” I pointed to the small dots and color quotes. Her eyes followed the trails of color splayed all over, and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth before releasing it with a slight pop. “You own Southern Europe and America?” There was a soft squeal of surprise in her voice.

The journey to the Middle Continent on horses would take at least half a month. He held the map in his hands, and noticed something: the five continents together, and the shapes of the terrain and rivers, seemed to form a pattern that resembled a magical circle not only ancient, but also forbidden in his time thousands of years ago. Murong Xian'er joined him, curiously looking at the map. "That is a magical formation, Big Brother," she remarked happily.

“So, we find the sea, we find the city.” Silas nodded. The omega was actually making sense. No one else had mentioned anything about the sea. He didn't know of any seas around Hericon or even Moon Valleys and the people who travelled beyond the two territories said that it was just plain land in sight. “You make a lot of sense.” Silas took the map away from him and set it aside. “What of the other maps that I gave to you? What have you read from them?” “I'm still reading. The information I have about them is too vague.”

Then, as if a light switch had been flipped, the temperature returned to normal and the window blinds went back up. I turned in a full circle, catching a glimpse of Orion slumped against a shelf, gasping for air, and looked back to the map. The blank space was still there. It had actually happened. The Northern territories were gone on paper, but what about in reality?