North & South Novels & Stories

he says. I see Alpha William glance at Sloane, a gentle reminder to be careful of their conversation in front of her. Sterling takes the hint and changes the direction of the conversation. “How are things in the south?” “Hot,” William says, laughing. “How hot?” Sloane asks. I know from experience that the southern packs are considerably warmer than those here in the north. “Well, for starters, we very rarely get snow and if we do, it doesn’t last nearly as long as the snow does up here,” he tells her.

`Two weeks in the North~ ~Nyx~ I successfully made it to the north with the help of Duke Noc. He offered to let me stay in his manor until I got my bearings about me. The room he gave me was absolutely beautiful. There’s no way he knows that I am noble born. If he knew that I was a Sparrow I doubt he would be as willing as he is to help me. The Sparrow family has a feud that goes back years with the Duke of the North. It was vital that I kept it to myself since I wasn’t sure how he would react if he knew. I shook those thoughts from my head and decided to go about my day.

"I salute, great Chief Kaave. King of the city streets." THE END. Hi lovely readers, I hope you enjoyed Dirty South? It was an interesting journey with you guys. Now, the good news is this, Dirty South 2 is about to be up! A lot of twists and turns you never detected will be unveiled in 2. I'm sure you never saw that coming. It'll be dirtier, hotter, and a roller coaster ride. cheers to more fun with Dirty South. Warm regards, Pinkie Alaha.

The Northern border was no longer a mist-covered mystery; it was a scar on the face of the earth. As the Southern army marched, the ground beneath their feet didn't just tremble—it groaned under the weight of ten thousand obsidian-clad soldiers and the raw, unbridled fury of a mother who had lost everything.

Then he tore open the void and disappeared. Half an hour later, Baldwin arrived at the scene where Severin, Carson, Rupert, and Stevie fought. He looked around and saw what a mess they had created. The nerves on his forehead popped out while he was feeling extremely angry. "Useless piece of shit! How hard was it to stop them from leaving?" Baldwin cussed angrily and looked in the direction of Northsea with a cold glare. Later, he and his men left the place. At the same time, Severin and Carson had crossed the border and reached Northsea's territory. While Midcity had more plateau and highlands, Northsea's land was mostly prairie and flatland.

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

“You remember Miguel?” Armando nodded—a man of few words. Camila looped our arms as the four of us headed toward luggage claim. “How was your flight?” I asked. “Just a flight. What fun do you have planned for us while I’m here?” Armando went for the car after confirming Miguel was on the job. After retrieving their luggage from the conveyor belt, the three of us walked outside to wait for Armando. As I told Camila all the places we could visit, the summer breeze blew my skirt and teased my hair. “I’m so glad your flight arrived early in the day,” I said. “Kansas City has some remarkable places. Armando is going to take us to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. We can have lunch in the Rozzelle

The only tattoo he ever had, and I could still remember how it looked. Conor nodded, as if that made perfect sense. "He’s from the south, then. Up north, we have them at the top. We don't mess with east and west. You're either from the north... or the south." That cleared things up a bit, but I still felt a twinge of uncertainty. I raised an eyebrow. "What if I went to a southern pack?"

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

She started walking. He fell in. The road north had a different quality than the road south had. South had been deliberate. Purpose-driven in the way of people with an immediate destination and an urgent reason to reach it. North was something else. Steadier. The pace of people who know the distance and have made their peace with it. They walked most of the first morning without talking. She noticed things she had not noticed on the road south. The way the trees changed as the settlement fell behind them, older growth filling in, the road narrowing without quite closing. The sound the birds made here was different from the settlement's birds. Wilder. Briefer.