Conan Obelisk Map Novels & Stories

It showed not just geography, but spirit. The Valley of the Sunstone was a patch of vibrant green and silver threads. Oakhaven was depicted with tiny, weeping stones. The Grey Sorrow plantation was a vast, blank grey swath, but along its edges, tiny, almost invisible stitches of brown and green showed the resistant, wild land fighting back. And to the north, where the map ended, was the Core Citadel. It was represented by a knot of tangled, blackened wire, so dense it looked like a scar.

Through the fated mate bond, I could feel the low, dangerous rumble of Lou pacing within Kaelen’s consciousness, his silver-gray form hungry for the upcoming hunt. Marcus swiped his hand across the air, throwing a massive, three-dimensional digital map into the center of the room. The terrain of the northern crossroads ridge materialized in sharp blue lines, mapping the dense pine forests and steep rocky ravines that separated our territory from my Uncle Victor’s northern sector. But right along the highest peak of the ridge a sector that had been marked as dead space on the regional alliance boards for a decade a cluster of jagged crimson coordinates began to flash.

Garret. Orla. Still not proof, but the connection was there. "Thalia needs to photograph this," I said carefully. "Yes." I pulled out the small camera she had forced us to carry and took pictures. A lot of them. On the last map I discovered a golden line drawn by hand, it wasn't part of the original design. It ran from Ravenshade to Willow Creek and crossed the central symbol. "Hearth Key," I said. Nathan followed the line. "If this represents our resonance..."

I said, my voice filled with wonder as I traced the delicate lines with my fingertip. Ryker smiled, his eyes bright with excitement. “I know, right? I’ve never seen anything like it,” he replied. I studied the map carefully. “We know that Capris Coven is marked somewhere here,” I observed, pointing to a small, nearly hidden symbol. “But the map is torn in so many places. We have to figure out which route will lead us to the coven.” Reicha leaned over the map, his brow furrowing as he examined the details. “I think I see a pattern,” he said slowly. “If we follow this symbol, it leads us to a fork in the road. From that point, there are three possible routes.”

I murmured. “No,” Evelina confirmed. Slowly, her eyes left the parchment. “They were harvesting it.” The hairs on the back of my neck prickled slightly. Center of the circle…. Wait a minute. I’d seen that symbol before. Not in parchment. On campus. “The Obelisk under Obscura,” I breathed quietly as every single goddamn dot connected itself in the most hideously perfect way imaginable. “It’s what’s anchoring the thing.” Evelina gave the smallest smile.

She glanced at Gabriel, whose piercing green eyes met hers. "Ready for whatever comes," she murmured, echoing their earlier promise. "Always," he replied, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine despite the heat. They rounded a bend, and the jungle opened up to reveal a clearing. In the center stood an obelisk, ancient and covered in vines, yet unmistakably the landmark indicated on the map. Amelia approached it, her fingers trailing along the cool stone, feeling the grooves of long-forgotten symbols.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

"Are you the one with the truck?" He opened one eye. "Sometimes." She showed him a notebook with her name scribbled big on the cover. "Then take that. It's my map." Caelan knelt to examine it. Rivers, bridges, lined through with dotted lines, trees that were no longer standing. "You memorized all of this?" "I sketched it so people won't get lost again." He creased the page like a paper. "Then I won't lose that either." --- 9:26 AM – Foundation Mobile Outpost, Hilltop Overlook

“Mom trusted you! Now she’s in a coma, and we’re running like rats!” “Enough!” I say, voice low, hard. “I fought for you back there. I’m here now. You wanna help your mom? We figure out that map.” I drop my bag, pulling out the stone slab. Its carved lines glow faint under my flashlight, twisting like rivers to a wolf head symbol. Jerry leans in, still pissed. “Mom said find it. Said it’d stop Damon. You better not screw this up.” “Watch it,” I growl, pointing at the map. “These lines point to the docks. Ritual’s gotta happen there, under moonlight. We get it right, we stop Damon. Get it wrong, we’re dead.”

Jamal’s POV The crack in the ground was not loud, it was precise. A clean, geometric fracture splitting the asphalt directly beneath the obelisk, branching outward in sharp, deliberate lines. Not random stress. Not structural weakness but design. The harmonic scream from the obelisk intensified, silver light strobing erratically as if something below it were pulling the frequency downward by force. “Failsafe!” I barked. Static then fragments. “Subterranean… resonance source… unauthorized origin… predates”