Northwest Passage Novels & Stories

Jacob said, still looking at the map. Danica’s eyes followed the route they were going. Her fathers notes stopped after Siren Gulley. Before The Hollow there was another passage called the Sailor’s Right. She was cautious of short cuts. Her mother was good at finding them but Dancia seemed hesitant since she read her fathers journal. They could make up for time lost if they took it. She studied the passage as if it would speak to her. Jacob was still searching the map. She was quick to scan and find things. She had watched her mother help her father so much it was second nature for her to have things stand out on maps. The passage basically jumped off the map and waved at her. She waited a f

"I had to bypass three automated patrol buoys to get this bucket here. The Circle is tightening. They’re starting to pulse the water with sonar every twenty minutes." "Can you get us to the northern passage?" Julian asked, stepping onto the vibrating deck of the boat. "I can get you to the ice," Siren said, her one good eye scanning the treeline. "But it’s a one-way trip. The Arctic is the only place left where the 'Continuity' hasn't finished the grid. But they’re building it fast. If we don't reach the research station before the next satellite launch, the North Pole becomes the center of their new brain."

The ocean is too slow. I opened my eyes, stunned. If they aren't taking ships, how are they crossing the sea? A fierce, predatory pride bled through the tether from Elias. They are running the deep ice, Jace. The northern pole connects the continents. They are running three thousand miles across the glaciers. They will meet you at the base of Mount Cinder by nightfall. I severed the connection, my heart pounding in rhythm with the earth. Ten thousand Vanguard wolves. The largest single military mobilization of the biological world in a century, racing across the frozen top of the world to intercept a threat born from the boiling bottom of it.

Exhaustion was taking a toll on her but she had no other choice but to move forward. JUST LIKE what he said, Odyseus landed on the last port before entering the premise of the wintery northern regions. Though the next port was near the Noshin Tribe which was a grassland terrain and the Tekaran Tribe which was situated in the biggest tropical forest in the northern region, the cold crisp icy wind from the mountains would still cause anyone's teeth to chatter from cold.

He started, “Kaelis…..” “Rhydian.” I locked eyes. Pale irises, tight jaw, six inches of air between us that had been narrowing for weeks. “The first time the mark helped me, I was choking in a burial hole,” I said. “Since then, I’ve been figuring it out in real time. This is no different.” He held my gaze, then softened. “Stay close.” “Always do.” Something flickered in his face, brief, real, then gone. Gareth spoke up behind us. “The northwest approach cuts through the outer territory first. There’s a choke point where an old creek bed runs between two ridges. One vehicle fits through at a time.” He hesitated. “I’ve walked this land for thirty years.”

Vivian argued. “Then fight smart.” Sophia said. “Your face is half stitched together.” Vivian scowled. But she didn’t argue again. “And us?” Sophia asked, nodding toward me. “We go quiet,” I said. “We slip through the northwest pass while the lodge’s defenses are split. There’s a weak point in the cliffs – they won’t expect it.” “Tunnel entrance?” Elara asked. I nodded. “Old storage route. Sealed years ago. But we can open it.”

“The entire Council deserves to be slaughtered, or at least banished to Noirvald.” While Orin didn’t disagree, it wasn’t the time for that. “Let’s find North. If the portal’s open, we can slip into Noirvald and—” Before he could finish speaking, light flashed from the portal, indicating someone was passing through. Orin stumbled to a halt when his eyes adjusted, and he recognized North standing in front of him.

"I was hoping to speak with you." I turn to find Alpha Marino from the western territories. Mid-forties, ambitious, and clearly overestimating his position. "Alpha Marino." I incline my head politely. "What can I do for you?" "I've been reviewing shipping routes through the northern passage," he says, getting straight to business. "The Woolf family controls most of the commercial traffic. I believe there's room for... diversification." Ah. So he wants to muscle in on our territory. "Diversification," I repeat, my voice pleasant. "Interesting choice of words."

"Alpha, if we lose this food, the North starves! The winter is just beginning!" "If we die here, it doesn't matter what the North has!" I retorted, forcing the authority of my position into my voice, overriding his panic. "We need speed. Not weight. The wagons are not moving. Do you hear me? Not one of them is going through that gate." I looked around the courtyard, assessing the wreckage of our plan. The blizzard had stolen our window of opportunity. The Great Pass would be a deathtrap, a mountain of avalanches waiting to bury us.

Dakar sighed. “The Gateway of Fear. It's a place where your greatest fear comes alive. We must go through it to reach the north,” Dakar answered.