Map Of Ottoman Empire Novels & Stories

But it wasn’t the books that drew her eye this time. It was the map. A massive wall-sized chart dominated the far side of the room, pinned with colored markers and lines of thread crisscrossing Naples like veins of blood. Red pins clustered at the docks. Black ones punctured the outskirts. Blue markers dotted central neighborhoods. She didn’t need explanations to know what it represented. Control. Territory. War. Dante stood before the map, hands clasped behind his back. Luca was there too, a notebook in hand, though his face was carefully blank. The sight of him made Emilia’s throat tighten. She forced her expression neutral, hoping neither man noticed the tremor in her hands.

He pinned it up beside the map and considered it. He recognized the territory just beyond Sharp Armor as the borderline, but this map extended into what he assumed was vampire territory. How would his ancestor have gotten this map? Why would he have it? Had his father known about it? Something told him to put it back where he’d found it, so he did, but the sight of it was concerning. Was there a map of the human territories? Did they have a territory or had they always been stuck between the two empires of supernatural creatures?

Orel gave me some maps and I nodded as I started to look through them, ignoring the instant silence that Orel gesture caused. “My lord…” Olyver started to say but a look from Elison silenced him. I blocked out everything that was going on around me as I focused on the map. I made some adjustment to their pointers already on the map and circled one of the empires closed to ours. “Why?” Orel asked when he saw what additions I have made to the maps. “I believe that those territories will be more amendable towards helping us than others might be.” I chose my words carefully.

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

Manolya’s POV The morning heat pressed down on us like a heavy quilt. Even before the sun was at its peak, my shirt clung to my back. Emre stood at the head of the table, laying out the maps like he was some general commanding troops instead of family. His expression was hard, serious—he always looked like he was holding up the world on his shoulders. “These are the marked zones,” he said, his voice clipped. “Red areas here, here, and here. They’re the highest priority. Cover them thoroughly.”

It took him only a second to read through it and dismiss the letter in its entirety as he reverted his attention back to the map. I lowered my hand and neared him, wanting to see what had him so engrossed. The map was made of high-quality parchment, with intricate details etched in ink. It's evident that the map was made with great care and attention to detail. The various regions of the Xurian Empire were depicted with different colors, indicating the various territories and provinces. There are mountains, rivers, and forests marked with intricate details, giving the map a lifelike quality. The lines of the map are clear and precise, and the lettering is done in an elegant, flowing script.

I looked for the location of the Taiyou Empire. “It’s in the middle of the land.” The scholar said. I followed his instructions and there it was. The Empire of Taiyou. It was indeed in the middle of all of the other Empires in the land. As I was looking at the map, I noticed there was a part of the map that was shaded with something dark. “Why is this place shaded in?” I asked the scholar.

"I'll relay your orders, E Aahil." "Go. Don't contact me unless it's necessary." With a dismissive wave, Zeonen turned his back on the Black Commander and proceeded into his temporary office. As the emperor of the Eastern Empire, his territory stretched from the Australian continent, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and Indonesia, all the way to Russia. Every island, sea, and country or continent within, near, or east of those regions, such as India, China, Japan among others belonged to him.

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.

It was so potent it made my skin prickle, as if his apex beast were hovering just behind my shoulder. I moved quietly to the perimeter, dropping to my knees on the cold stone, and began to sweep away the thin layer of fine frost that had drifted through the window seams. As I worked, my eyes drifted over the marble map table. My heart took a sharp, painful leap in my chest. There, laid out in painstaking detail under a heavy glass weight, was a map of the Southern Territories—my homeland. Small red iron tokens were pinned over the border settlements, marking the lands that had fallen to Kael's vanguard.