Blank Map Western Hemisphere Novels & Stories

I left the room and sent a group of other staff members to get them checked over and settled somewhere in the building before returning to the office, I pulled out paper and sketched out a crude map of North America and marked where the packs I knew were involved were. Midnight was on the upper west coast of North America, just below where Skyfall was. Skyfall was just to the west of where a pack called Frost Pelt had once been. Luftmensch was just below Warhammer on the east coast. Blue Fire was in the Midwest. Dune was in the desert of the west coast. A knock sounded on the door as I was looking over the crude map and turned on the computer. Renda and Grace entered. Renda looked a bit pal

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.

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

His trembling hands reached inside his heavy coat before producing a folded map and a flash drive. I took both. "What am I looking at?" "The routes." He pointed to several markings across the map where red lines connected one territory after another. Silver Moon, Black Stone, Ash River, Blue Crest, Neon Moon. I frowned. "My pack?" The rogue nodded. "Not inside your territory. They pass near it." He swallowed hard, tracing another line that branched farther north, then east, then south. By the time I finished tracing the markings, my expression had hardened into stone. This wasn't local, and it wasn't even regional. It stretched across nearly half the continent.

“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.”

Asteria snapped, not caring who he’d found. Hines looked like a wounded kitten. He straightened his glasses and cleared his throat. “Yes, well, there’s a page in the book that looks like a list, and she confirms it is. I think it might be the locations where the portal opens. Most of them correspond to places we cannot decipher, but the few that she was able to pinpoint are in Europe or Asia. Remember, at the time the book was written, the entire Western Hemisphere was uncharted, at least by those who wrote the book.” Asteria folded her arms across her chest. “If you’re trying to tell me there were no Vampires in the Western Hemisphere before Columbus I will rip your eyeballs out and shove t

I told the group and waited. “First we need to know the layout. Right now, everything is just a big blob. We could go to invade the shifter way, but without knowing the territory we are bound to run into issues.” Alec said, looking over at Antony who was typing away at his computer before a giant map of the entire upper midwest was put up on the projector. Antony went typing and swiping again and in seconds several aerial pictures were brought up alongside the zoomed-in section that was that of Alpha Dougs.

Why yes, yes I would. I didn’t stop glaring at him, but I did shut my mouth as he crossed to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. I stared at it curiously and saw that it was a map of the greater Wolven Territories, encompassing all of Nightwolf, Silvermoon, and their neighbors to the North and West. There were red marks all over the map, along with tiny penciled columns of numbers and what looked like percentages next to them. “What…what is this?” I asked, curious. I ran my fingers over the maps. Here, there was a large red circle with the number 50 beneath it and the notation, “65, 10, 70%”

“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.”

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 Northwest 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