North And South Novels & Stories

And every year, on the night of the full moon, the people of the South would look up and see a flash of pearlescent light in the North—a reminder that the contract was still in effect. Forever mine. Forever ours. The cycle was finally, truly, broken.

I drove nonstop and arrived at the South by dinner. I followed all the instructions that Clint had provided, and just as he had warned me, the moment I arrived at the South, I saw two men in a truck already following me. They continue to keep their distance away from me, and I do my best not to let them know that I know they exist. I have never been to the South, but I heard stories about it. The South is similar to the North, but instead of having a gloomy aesthetic and unfriendly people, the South boasts energy and vibrant colors.

Officially. Exclusively. Mine. North laughed breathlessly when I buried my face against his neck again. “You’re insane.” “You accepted me anyway.” “That might say something concerning about me.” I grinned against his skin before pulling back slightly. “Do you like the British Virgin Islands?” “Mmm.” He nodded while fixing his hoodie properly. “I’ve seen it in movies before. It’s pretty.” “Want to go there sometime?” North turned toward me immediately. “Wait, are we going there after Russia?” Excitement spread across his face so quickly that it made my chest tighten. “Aaaah.”

He tapped his finger at the area above the blood line and said, "The North is always considered to be a deserted, forsaken area, where civilization gives in to the wilderness. It's a place where time stagnates, where evil and barbarism prevail, where the tribesmen and rogues struggle in the mud and severe poverty, where the criminals and exiles chew each other alive like pests." He then moved his finger to the other side of the blood line and continued, "The South, in contrast, is the place where the old money thrives. Kings, prophets, and scholars establish iron principles and rules as the foundation of our society. All these years, they have accumulated tremendous wealth and knowledge to m

​The North Pier was a jagged finger of concrete reaching into the blackest part of the Hudson. Unlike the other docks, this one didn't exist on public maps. It was a private relic of the industrial age, bought by a Blackwood shell company in the eighties and kept for moments exactly like this. ​Roman stood at the very edge of the pier, his silhouette cutting a massive, immobile figure against the churning water. He wasn't wearing a mask. He wanted the salt air on his face. He wanted to feel the vibration of the approaching engine in his boots.

Because we weren't just a pack, and we weren't just a kingdom. We were the North. And the North is eternal. THE END.

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.

I am not sure of anyone else but them. I know that they will help us if we ask, but I also know that the war that is about to come will also affect them. “Yes, favors. From the people of the North,” I look at Uncle Calvin and I can’t believe that he just said what he said. The North was the forbidden land. Well, not exactly forbidden, but everyone knows that The North was a place that anyone from The South shouldn’t dare cross, and as far as I know, no one dared cross that line or the invisible wall that was placed so long ago.

"Is that, the northern part of the pack has almost shutdown their businesses because they are unable to get stock from the souther part." "Why is this so?" He sighed. "I have no idea, son. It’s what you have to find out. But the South is spoiling for a fight. You are also aware that the South are mostly our people while the North constitutes of the slaves who had slowly made their place in the pack. I think it’s not anyone’s guess, why this issue had come up." I brushed a hand on my shirt, as I tried to stiffly the anger that I felt. This whole thing is so annoying! They could all live in peace without trying to make someone feel less. Now, the innocents in their midst would suffer.

Danica said, running her fingers along the shape in the sky. Kaleb nodded, waiting for her to continue. “Draco is usually one of the easiest to find in the north part of the sky because he’s the biggest. Now Draco was said to be a Titan that warred with the gods for ten years. Until the goddess Minerva tossed him into the sky where he froze around the north pole.” Danica said grinning. Kaleb watched her face light up as she spoke his own smile following suit. He loved how she truly enjoyed everything she was telling him. It made him want to hear more and know more.