Fanfiction North And South Novels & Stories

"The 'Identity Crisis' trope? Really? That’s so 2014." “If you won’t choose, I’ll split the soul until the plot stabilizes!” the Author’s voice screeched. “One for the North! One for the South! And the real you stays in the void!” The "Pure Iris" turned toward Kieran, her voice a perfect, honeyed mimicry of mine. "Kieran... my mate. Take me back to the stronghold. Let us fulfill the bond." The "Rebel Iris" looked at Rowan, her smirk sharp and dangerous. "Rowan, the South is waiting. Let’s burn the North to the ground and rule the ashes together."

“Rumors have it that you’re meek and easily manipulated, but I’ve seen nothing of it. You’ve got quite a mouth on you.” North frowned. What was with that statement? Did he think that she was too aggressive? That made sense. She did hear that men preferred meek, innocent women. Gerald might not have liked how aggressively she went against Fiona. North had finally gotten married to Eiger’s uncle. She could not let him demand a divorce. An idea popped up in her head. She put down her cutlery and said sadly, “Mr. Gerald, Mrs. South crossed the line. Whenever she met me in the past, she always mocked me. Even a rabbit would get angry, you know?”

Chapter Sixteen: Fire & Ice North hadn’t slept well, which wasn’t that surprising. She’d spent most of the night tossing and turning, and she dreaded her first trip through the portal as much as her destination of Fire & Ice. Someone had thoughtfully left a binder of information for her on the bed she was using, and she’d spent an hour combing through all the data. It was enough to make her head spin, but she hoped she’d gleaned enough to have a basic understanding of their world, and the beings who shared it.

It’s where we learn not only the language, but the basic survival that the Divide demands. Being south of the Wall breaks my heart on so many levels. Seeing the malcontent. Feeling the disjointedness and suffering in the air, the earth itself……. I can’t help but wonder if it’s our comradary. Our energy and understandings that make it feel so much cleaner. Brighter. Yes, the North is as wild as it is dangerous. Beauty and peril tend to be synonymous.

Andy questioned, pointing to the other babies held by two nurses. "They both show signs of the darkness. Flashes of black eyes, constantly crying, and all with an insatiable hunger." Maggie answered. "What does the forest want with them?" Kiera whispered her words more a pondering of the situation than seeking an answer from anyone. I thought it over for a moment. "They are all children from the South but born in the North. The forest has always asked for children of the light. Maybe the South is the light, and the North is the dark."

"This is the High Council of the South. A collection of ageing men huddled in a room that smells of dying flowers and desperate lies." I walked slowly around the perimeter of the table, my boots clicking with a rhythmic, lethal precision. I felt their eyes following me, wide, dilated, and swimming with the primal realisation that their walls, their guards, and their titles were illusions. "I heard the announcement," I continued, my gaze sweeping over the Elders. They shivered as my shadow passed over them. "I heard that the South has decided to sever its ties with the North. I heard that you have chosen to bury your insults in the bed of a secretary and pretend that the debt you owe Northrea

"Well, this time, it was not. Kimi asked if her mate would hate her? So no, it is not fine, and I think the South is backward and shows no respect for their mates. I mean, look at this." I motioned my arms around. "This whole thing is to have someone pair up with someone they are not supposed to be with. It is fucking ridiculous and disrespectful to the goddess." "I am sorry, Kaya; I don't want to fight with you. I think it was wrong what he did. Kimi did not want that kind of attention, and he should not have crossed her boundaries. I did the best I could to fix the situation." I looked right at him and spoke clearly in my head. "Our children will be raised as if they were in the North. I w

—not just for Silas and Lyra, but for the entire concept of the North. "The North is a 'Failed Expansion', Silas," Isabella said, her electric-cyan eyes reflecting the total destruction of the world. "A story that became too messy, too complex, and too expensive to maintain. The Reader wants a 'Clean Slate'. They want a new 'Purity' that doesn't require a three-year arc of suffering."

I laughed, snuggling into his chest. As the lights in the Sun-Spire began to dim, and the city settled into the quiet before the trial, I realized that the "debts" the Archivist spoke of were still waiting. But as I looked at Félix, and thought of Maya and Nathaniel, and Runa and Damon, I knew we were ready. The North wasn't just a kingdom; it was a pack. And a pack that could survive Nathaniel’s "logical knotting" could survive anything the volcano threw at us.

Caleb wrapped an arm around her waist. Then his gaze snapped to me. Sharp. Possessive. “Quinn,” he warned, his voice edged with command, “don’t forget your promise.” I raised my suitcase. “I won’t.” His eyes flicked down to it. A cold glint flashed in his gaze. “Already running off?” His sneer cut through the night. “The engagement ends and you leave the Pack House like this? What will the pack say? That the Graysons couldn’t keep their Luna?”