North Country Novel Novels & Stories

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

My aunt requests for breaks when she needs to use a restroom and all of us who's on a convoy would halt and wait until she finishes before we are able to go on with the trip again. As the weather gets colder and the surroundings change, I know that we are fast approaching the North. The familiar brick houses beside the road and then the valley made of snow, the ground looks like a huge bed of puffy white cotton being spread out. The icy atmosphere is would freeze anyone who's not accustomed to the usual weather in the North. "Ahh, we're finally here!" Alex stretch out his body at the back seat of the car while Caleb smiles on the steering wheel beside me.

The woman opened the window, stuck a gloved hand out, caught a snowflake in her hand, and studied it until it melted. ‘The snowflakes are quite pretty,’ she thought, ‘but I wish I could see something else.’ After almost three weeks of seeing snow all the time, she had grown tired of it. She sighed as she closed the window. The Kingdom of Nordmar was her new home, and she would have to get used to the snow. As the carriage got close to its destination, she thought about everything she had read about Nordmar.

" He nods once, as if he understands perfectly. He probably does. “The North has its own ghosts. But they’re honest ones. Cold and clean.” Fingers locked, he stays close. Still holding on, his grip won’t loosen. Not once does he drop it. Keeps me there, hand firmly in his. Fog hangs low on the morning we start out. Roads we once knew fade behind us, replaced by wooded slopes that climb without warning. Breath comes quicker here, as if the sky presses down less hard. Horses stay near, riders watching every shadow move. This stretch answers to no crown directly, nor does it obey the dukes up north - just silence, and rules made fresh each mile.

"Get out of my sight!" Rose looked at Jones with watery eyes, but he only glared at her, evidently cold and disgusted. She collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly abandoned. Meanwhile, I had settled in a remote Southeastern Pack. Life here moved slowly, and the scenery was stunning. Every day, I woke naturally to the rising sun, taking my time to soak in the peaceful beauty of the mountains and forests. At home, I had the freedom and energy to immerse myself in what I loved. Totem design inspiration came to me easily now, flowing without pressure.

North did come from the countryside, so it was understandable that Melinda was worried about her elder sister’s well-being. Lena was to blame for all this nonsense, so it had nothing to do with Melinda. Melinda sighed in relief as she looked smugly at North. What a fool. Did North really think she could bring her down just like this? How naive! North suddenly chuckled. “So, you’re worried I won’t fit into university life because I come from the countryside. But I’m sure you know the reason why I lived there.” Melinda’s expression darkened. She tried to stop her, but it was too late.

Love Jac. I sat down and opened my present, very carefully unwrapping it. I placed the book down and folded the newsprint neatly. I picked up the book, looking it over carefully. Jac always found obscure books on his research trips for me, something new to add to my library. I wonder if this is the last book he will get me, now that he’s a mated man. I sighed lightly, I would miss this. I flipped the book over to the cover. The Country and the City by Raymond Williams. The book was greyish in color, always a hard cover. I went over to my shelf where I kept the books of urban citylife. I picked up the newsprint and went to my window, where a box sat on a shelf. I unlocked the box with a littl

“We’re not staying at the family estate.” “What? Where, then?” Lorenzo asked, frowning as he started the car. “The North Estate,” I said simply. Lorenzo glanced at me in confusion. “North Estate? What’s that?” “It’s a house,” I replied dryly, smirking at his perplexed look. “Oh, yeah, very descriptive,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Just drive,” I ordered, leaning back as the SUV roared onto the road. The North Estate was a place, far removed from the trouble of the city. As we arrived, armed guards stood at attention, their expressions unreadable. The heavy gates creaked open, revealing a sprawling mansion surrounded by snow-covered trees.