Blank Map Western Hemisphere Novels & Stories

He wonders how different it is from the land maps he's familiar with. The map reveals a world map in an oval shape, with the Pacific Ocean at the center, aptly titled Prolific Oceanus. The Atlantic Ocean is marked with the same name, but also with Oceanus. The landmasses remain blank and unmarked, while the oceans are divided into sections. Bryan notices that all the seas are labeled by kingdom, unlike the conventional names he is accustomed to.

A three-dimensional map appeared above the tablet. The group gathered around it. Ama felt her pulse quicken. The map zoomed outward. Continents. Oceans. National boundaries. Then it began narrowing. A region appeared. Arthur immediately frowned. “No.” The map zoomed closer. Mountain ranges emerged. Deep valleys. Ancient terrain. Then a red marker appeared. A single blinking point. The man in black went completely still. “No,” he whispered. Ama looked between them. “What?” Nobody answered. The marker continued blinking.

He froze for a moment. "Can I draw on this?" he asked in a quietly, voice smouldering with rage. Emmet handed him a pen without asking anything, unable to deny him. Red_Two crossed out the entirety of the western portion of the map, scribbling out most of southern England as well. He circled the mountain ranges and scribbled on names which Emmet had never heard of before: Tiltų, Bolj Zelen, and Granitsa. He realised, a little too late maybe, that he was looking at a map of the future, too distracted by the panic of Red_Two.

"That rode, they say, is haunted. You might see ghost there. Aren't you afraid?" What a dumb topic.But having a topic is better than having nothing at all! He looked at me with serious face. He's intimidating! I can't stand his stares so I just faced ahead. Then something caught my eye. In his streering wheel there is 'Villamorannas' attached. It's like a sticker. Does he work in that company? "A-Ahem, d-do you work for Villamorannas Company?" He looked at me with still serious eyes. Won't he stop?

“In the far western corner of these territories. That’s where the Ravennites have gathered.” Robert looked at him with a quick smile of cooperation. He never set his sword down, but he walked over to another shelf and pulled a large, filthy, rolled up object with a thick, paper-like surface. He unraveled it on a small table in the corner of the room and told Alex to approach it. Upon examining it, he could see that it was a map of the Dark Zone, similar to the ones Delmar kept in the tower, but this one appeared to be much more plain, and it was not even completely finished. Alex noticed a large chunk of information was not drawn in around the map’s western portion. Clearly, this was all the

She looks at the notation. She opens it to the eastern territory map. She looks at it. She looks at the western territory. She looks at the southern territory, which Veth has been beginning to document but which is still largely unmapped. She looks at all of it. And then she puts her finger on a location that is not in the eastern territory or the western territory or the southern territory. It is in none of the territories covered by any pack the network has been in contact with. It is further than any city we have reached.

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?

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

A place no one went voluntarily because the land itself carried the weight of what had happened there. Perfect hiding place. "The west has always been off-map," Marcus said, something in his voice tightening. "Nobody patrols it. Nobody reports on it. We don't even have a boundary ward on the western perimeter because we assumed the old prohibition kept it empty." "They assumed we'd assume that," Emrys replied. Rhiannon's hand pressed flat against the empty western section. "A broken tower. Iron bars. A sigil on the floor—a crescent fractured by a spear." Something moved through the room.

The closer I looked, the more I could see it was a hand-drawn map of the territories in the area, including Bloodmoon, Nature Eclipse, and the Nightseekers. "This shows us everything stretching from the West to the East. North, as we know, are past the mountains and South is getting closer to human territory. Now, I think if he were to wander anywhere, he'd end up in roughly this area." He pointed to a location on the map just before the Azure Mountains, off into the wooded area. "However, if he were taken, that'd be a different story entirely." My mind whirred as the images of my vision came back, pressing to the forefront, demanding attention. It was trying to tell me something, and I coul