North Country Novel Novels & Stories

Unless I was now… politically interesting. And that made me dangerous. Not just to the staff. Not just to the maids I was ready to fire with sass. But to men like him. Because I had been reading. Oh yes. Ever since my rebirth, I’d been living in the library like a rat with trust issues and a highlighter. I knew now—this kingdom, the North, wasn’t just powerful. It was practically the beating heart of the continent. The North Kingdom: My accidental new home. Cold winters. Sunny summers. Six months of icicles, six months of wild crops.

​The North Atlantic had been a cacophony of salt and iron, but New York was a different kind of storm. We arrived under the cover of a freezing drizzle, tucked into the back of a delivery truck that smelled of industrial solvent and old newsprint. Moretti’s "Network" was a silent machine a chain of couriers, dockworkers, and basement-dwellers who moved us across the border like contraband.

They are a group that love to fight, drinking, eat, sing, but above else to fight. *officier in charge of the frontier troops * commander of a rural district II The north was always isolated place compared to the rest of the region. War never did appear in these parts, nor will he, but something far worse. It was always so, since the beginning of time. While the war in the east declined, a minor town, in the mountains to the far north, had problems of the different sort, problems that couldn’t be easily solved by any means known to man. This problem spread like wildfire in every part of the town. Some say it was carried by rats, bats or any small animal. One thing was sure nobody was safe, f

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

The pine country gave way to cliff country, the farms thinned to shepherd huts and the huts to nothing, and the air took on the high mineral cold I had smelled once on a scorched nursery floor. At the last village worth the name, just a huddle of stone houses, Heath bought bread and asked his quiet questions, and a woman with a weathered face told us, unprompted, that her dogs had gone mad three nights past. All of them at once, in the dark hours, howling at the sky and then avoiding the sky entirely, pressing themselves into doorways and under carts. “And the moon went out,” she said, matter-of-fact, the way mountain people report impossible things. “Just for a breath. Like something the si

Third Person's POV Lorenzo decided to go to Italor—not to find Elena, because he knew he wouldn't be able to. It was to go to the town where Elena's mother had lived, to the very place where the stories from her childhood first began. He wanted to be closer to Elena, even if it was just to breathe the same air and stand on the same soil. The day Lorenzo left, it was raining in Newmont. He stood in front of the airport's floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the gray sky. Scenes from those years played over and over in his mind.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Silence settled again. But lighter this time. Easier. “The weather here is strange,” Caelan said after a moment. Damien glanced at him. “Strange?” “It’s too… predictable.” That earned him a look. “Predictable weather is usually considered a good thing.” “Not where I’m from.” Caelan shifted slightly, gaze drifting toward the window. “In the north, it changes constantly,” he said. “You wake up to sun, and by midday there’s snow. By evening, the wind’s strong enough to knock you off your feet.”

He’d been so kind, though they had only interacted for a couple of moments, and his brown eyes were so beautiful that she could get lost in their depths… North dismissed the thought with a shake of her head and reached for one of the magazines piled messily on the table beside her. She chose at random and looked at the date, which indicated the issue was several months old. Thumbing through it idly, North’s confusion about the world deepened as she read.

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you so sentimental. That is incredible, Rem. Really. I mean it when I say I couldn’t be happier for you. I’d take my mate no matter how the fates dealt her to me.” “I know. And I hope she comes around soon.” “Me too.” “Shit, dad’s mindlinking me, hold on.” I see his eyes glaze over and his smile leaves his face as they return to normal. “Rogues at the north border” We move at the same time, both shifting as we jump down the rocks. Our wolves bound down in smooth motions and once our paws hit the snow on the ground level we take off. -Where does Novaleigh live again?-

Charli - Brian’s daughter Cullen - trainer over the pack-war Leif - trainer over the pack-war Mary and Katy - mother and daughter duo own coffee shop Ellis - human/ council member/ Emily’s friend Red - council member Gatlin - Breck’s dad/ leader of rogues in East Caron Whitetail - leader of rogues in North Benny - girl kidnapped during pack-war The Buffalo - the restaurant and bar Collins worked at Beacon Cove - small town close to Lo’s pack Glacier City - town where Collins goes to school Glacier City University- Collins’ college ‘The North’ - where the story is set. The college, the towns, and nearly all the packs mentioned are in the North of the country ‘The West’ - location of Collins’