Eastern Thanalan Novels & Stories

"Alpha Renner, from the eastern territory. He's always been the most reluctant about the compact, more interested in trade fairness than political dominance. If anyone would listen before Thorne can spin this his own way, it's him." "How far," Kael asked. "Two hours, hard ride." "Then someone needs to leave now." Kael's eyes moved to Rowan. "You know the eastern roads better than anyone left standing in this pack house tonight." "I'm not leaving you here alone to face Thorne," Rowan said, his voice sharp with immediate refusal.

I need to get Tala out of out here. “ I'm not falling for your tricks Lucas. You can say all you want but I'm here to fetch my mate.” “ Mate you say? Did you see how she looks exactly like Elena?. The moon goddess brought her to me and gave me a second chance to love.” “ You might have been the one who brought her into this pack but the moon goddess led her to me here in this forest.” I watched as Lucas continued talking and I understood why he's so drawn to her, true Tala looked like Elena ( Lucas ex mate) who died while giving birth to Lucas child.

Gareth and Thorne took the lead, their enhanced senses alert for any sign of intrusion, while Garrick remained close to me, ready to provide support when my strength faltered. The journey to the Eastern Seal passed in tense silence, broken only by the distant, persistent rhythm of the Shadow Wolf drums. As we neared our destination, I felt the seal's presence—different from the others, calmer somehow, more stable. "The Eastern Seal appears to be holding better than the Northern," Sin observed as we approached the tunnel exit that would lead us to it. "Perhaps because it's furthest from Kael's ritual site." "Or perhaps because it contains a different entity," Thorne suggested. "The Eastern Se

These were the fruits of a land that had been given back its soul. "The southern shipments have arrived," Thane said, entering the room. He wore a simple tunic of dark wool, his obsidian blade now resting more often in its scabbard than in his hand. He looked younger, the lines of constant vigilance around his eyes softened by peace. He stopped behind my chair, his hand resting naturally on my shoulder. The bond between us had deepened into something steady and unbreakable. "And the northern elders?" I asked, leaning back into his touch.

"The bond between collar and band grows stronger with proximity." Dark elf eyes were made for night, the dimness no impediment to their sight. Every blade of grass, every brush out in shades of blue and purple as clear as day to their specialized vision. They moved swiftly across the treacherous ground, their light footfalls finding purchase where human feet would sink. Both knew the marshland well. Thalana’s knowledge came from her years patrolling its borders, Nyxios from hunting expeditions with his father. A shrill terrified scream pierced the night.

It made meeting Thali even more important. "Nice to meet you, Thali." Azalia did her best to make a good impression. She was unable to take her eyes off of Thali as she spoke. The dragony looked even bigger from this close. Her thick skin was a beautiful orange colour while her scales were as red as Melech's eyes. And her eyes, two long slits currently looking right at Azalia, were a stunning yellow. Azalia was in awe of her beauty. Thali was as gorgeous as she was dangerous.

But I feel older than everyone here. A scout calls out my name and thrusts another bundle into my hands. “Eastern stables,” he pants. “They’re prepping backup mounts.” I nod, wipe my nose on my sleeve, and sprint. The eastern slope is quieter. That should comfort me. It doesn’t. Silence means something’s wrong. Then I hear her. Thalia. She’s not barking orders or whining to the council this time. She’s murmuring. Calculated. Cold. I duck behind a crumbling stone post and peek toward the stables. She’s leaning into a shadowed figure, whispering sharp and fast. The other person trembles as she presses something into their palm.

I wonder aloud, curious to know if I might have inherited that trait from him. "He was also a shadow drake," Thalan reminds me. "So while he did have some tolerance, he couldn't stay here for very long without some protection. It made him stand out from the others--which is why he was so eager to ally with the surface. When he met your mother and they connected as mates, it was the perfect solution." Thalan leads me into a room with impossibly tall ceilings from which long tendrils of glimmer cloth shield those below from the brightly glowing crystals, dampening their glare to a gentle hum, casting everything in a pale blue light.

While Kane had no intention of ever giving up his throne, publicly calling Ryatt his heir is now working in our favor. “Several packs have already bent the knee to your rule,” the second scout says. “But there’s talk of unrest in Tansian, Your Highness.” I eye the scouts through the lifting fog. Blinding sunlight illuminates the destruction all around us, but no one seems to care. All I’m thinking of is the map in Ryatt’s castle in Veiled Valley. Tansian is a huge territory. It’s a desert, mostly. But a mountain range borders it at the furthest reaches of Eastonia… the Alabaster Mountains. The same mountains where the only witch capable of helping me is rumored to reside.

His voice was hopeful, but it did little to sooth my concerns. “Go again.” I jumped up into a readied stance and Thalan was unable to hide his annoyance. He was older and taller than me, a strong warrior indeed, but he could not best me. His shoulder-length brown hair that usually hung in his face was now pulled back. He had a muscular build, and eyes the darkest shade of brown, almost black. I envied them. I would have traded my bright violet eyes for his any day. My eyes did not suit me. They were pretty and alluring and gave a false sense of sweet and innocence, which I loathed entirely.