Gerudo Desert Map Novels & Stories

He looked up at her and she smiled at him before turning his attention back to the map. “There is a better spot we can try and attack from,” Rhea said. “The sand dunes of Al-Harrat.” “Sand dunes?” Xavier frowned. “Isn’t that just for deserts?” “There are plenty of secret locations around here,” Rhea said running her fingers across a red line on the map. “Ghost has had alliances with my father in the past and I know all about their border patrol arrangements. As a matter of fact, I’ve been to North on a lot of peace making missions. That exact place has the least number of guard wolves, less than fifty in number and the weakest of them are assigned there also. It’s like the weak spot of the N

"The Spiritual Qi in Violet Manor ought to be richer than in the Human World and not so thin." Although it was noon, they were no longer in the quiet valley bearing the scent of flowers and the sounds of chirping birds. Under the blazing sun, the yellow sands became like scorching fire rocks. The two of them were drenched in sweat. They had not prepared any water from the valley. If they could not get out of this desert, they would be the first cultivators to die from thirst. Xiao Chen's lips were faintly cracking. Their map had not marked out this desert. He wondered if they should take another route. But the desert was very windy and their trails had already been covered. If they headed ba

Sienna pointed at the map in Harry’s hand and asked, “Do you have a general direction? Why don’t you let me take a look at it?” The desert was so big, so it was necessary for them to set a few targets first. She knew the growth habit of the medicinal herb that she was looking for this time. She could predict a few places where the medicinal herb might have grown, based on the location, weather, and climate as she looked at the map. “Okay.” Harry handed the tablet over to Sienna. Sienna took it and opened the entire map of the desert. She was a little surprised because the tablet was marked with a series of data next to the coordinates of the different latitudes and longitudes of each place.

Just then, the aircraft's AI system spoke up, "Sir, the predictive danger analysis shows threat levels exceeding maximum parameters. It's extremely dangerous. I advise you to turn back." "Display the visuals," Gideon commanded. The screen flickered, revealing the outside scene. It showed a desert—vast and endless, with yellow sand swirling through the air. Gideon remembered what Edric had told him. He had to cross the snow mountains, traverse the endless desert, and wade through the quicksand river to reach the black mountain range. Mount Immortal was within there. He had crossed the snowy peaks, which he guessed were Kitherglen. Now, he had entered the second uninhabited zone—the endless de

I walked towards the seat, but he held my chin all of the fucking sudden. “Hey, Ember, you know that we are now allies, right?” Raverine whispered and smirked. I spit in his face and laughed at his reaction. “Yeah, sure, Dracula.” And I took the seat, directly opened incognito. I typed in some keywords and led me to a map. I clicked it and scoffed. “See this, Dracula…” I called and pinpointed the desert. “That’s a no trespassers area, only the military can access that one. And if I said only the military, only them. One step on it, guns will pop out of nowhere and fire at you rapidly.”

Jericho wouldn't have been in his position if it wasn't for me. The silence crackled against my resolve, my impatience growing and rearing its ugly head as I attempted to curl my fingers into what I wished was a tight fist. Instead, all I managed to do was mildly curl them inward, nails barely connecting to the hollow of my scarred palm. "Twelve hours, give or take," Gunnar finally admitted with a wary sigh, "I'm tracking him now. He's still got his ring, at least I hope he does. I have a location. I'm going to get a group of men and check it out."

Good. I slide the stone aside and reach into the narrow compartment beneath. Inside, everything is arranged with the kind of careful precision only the Guild bothers with. Blades wrapped in oil cloth. Glass vials cushioned against impact. A compact tool roll. And a sealed packet. The map. The weight of it settles into my hands, familiar and steadying. The Guild never offers comfort. It offers preparation. Preparation is better. I break the wax seal. The first sheet is terrain. Elevation lines crowd the eastern rise and spread wider toward the hollow valley. Water routes cut thin lines through the map, marked where runoff masks sound.

“Here’s the map.” Arose from nothing was a map. It spreads across the round table and every detail of it was so clear. A copy of the entire Claveria Haltera map but only the Kitezh north was on it. Mainly the lands of three werewolf territories; the Abberant, Madfur Okami, and the Shadowstone. “The main frontier was situated lying trigon. Taking a chunk of the northern part of Nightwinder and Madfur. What happened this morning, the first and second line of defense was breached.”

"I am keeping this." "It was always going to be yours," she said. I found Dante in the war room with Adrian. They were looking at a map of Ashwood Pack territory that Mara had pulled from their intelligence files. Adrian had a contact name written on a piece of paper that he was explaining the significance of when I walked in. They both looked up. I put Lyra's granddaughter's map on the desk beside the Ashwood map. "The descent route," I said. "Mapped by Lyra's granddaughter from Lyra's descriptions. The Threshold is here." I pointed to the lowest marked level on the old map. "Below Ashwood territory. Six layers down."

Giselle's face lit up like Adrienne had just offered her the greatest gift in the world. "Since when did you start going to the knights' ground, Giselle?" Helena asked, amusement coloring her voice. "Since now," Giselle replied cheerfully. She was already rushing after Adrienne, who had turned and was walking out of the courtyard. ༆ The war room was thick with tension. Maps covered the large oak table—Camelot and its surrounding territories marked in careful detail. Red markers indicated troop movements. Blue showed supply routes. Black marked enemy positions.