Northwest Passage Novels & Stories

I was pacing around our small living area, feeling antsy. It was now 9 pm and my mother will be home by 10 if she had an overtime like this. What I was afraid is that she needs to walk by herself because I'm pretty sure that all the villagers were already went home. The mountain path was dark and scary. It was said to be the time where supernatural creatures tends to wander and lure anyone they see. But that's not what I'm afraid of, it's the fact that such place was a perfect spot to hide and to fulfill some dark intentions. Murder and torture.. I shakes my head to erase the gruesome thoughts.

​With the Fire-Node secured and Arktos left behind to guide the Smithies in the South, our small band moved toward the third Natural Node: the Silent Tundra of the Far West. The transition was a physical and psychological shock to the system. Within weeks, the orange haze and blistering heat of the volcanoes were replaced by a perpetual, blinding white that seemed to erase the horizon entirely.

Elijah asked, bewildered. “That's a migrant wave,” Nalia said seriously. “That wave is made up of people from various packs, all looking for somewhere to go, and most of them want to go north, to the isolated areas of the winter forests. That's their goal, but there's a big problem, and that is that the North has closed its doors.” “Why would they do such a thing?” asked Jenny's mother, but it was her husband who responded calmly.

“What we did make was a connection sketch.” The other man opened a briefcase and pulled out a map of the continent, but this map was about forests. “What's that?” asked Eugene very curiously. “It's a map of all the forest connections leading to the warm forest,” said the chief tracker. "We looked for the connections and located a direct connection between the southern forest bordering Crescent, from where the Moon fled, to the edge of the warm forest leading toward the Eclipse Pack. The connection is much shorter than we thought; it is an unexplored passage and one that was forbidden after the war. I guess maybe the Moon unconsciously used it and ended up there. However, we don't know if it

"If you trip and skin your knee, you might irradiate the Eastern Hemisphere. Keep the suit on." We were taking the Old Line a refurbished cargo rail that ran from the mining deeps of the Yukon all the way to the jagged ruins of the Pacific Coast. From there, we would have to cross the water. "Why the Pacific?" I asked Silas, tracing the route on the map. "The Prism is in the Atlantic. That's the other side of the world." "Because the Atlantic coast is a dead zone," Silas explained, adjusting his spectacles.

It had to be three in the afternoon now, so if I was going to get any further than this, I had to start ahead. I didn’t have a specific path I was following, so I just kept going north, deciding it was my best bet now. Most packs kept their north border as the main entrance. It sounded dumb that I was heading there but I doubted they paid the same attention to people going out the way they did to those coming in. Not to mention, most of them were busy so if there were a lot of guards there, then they would be trying to stop anyone from entering.

It's so funny when the weather seems to be very cold, the temperature drops ten degrees this evening. “ Are you all okay?” I arched my brow and bent over my waist to follow what Charles was marking. “ A little swamp, it’s easy to cross.” Said Charles as his forehead climbed up to look at me. “ After the map, there is a path in between Montana and Alaska, it's like a three junction. Although with a little forest…..” he traced down the three paths. “ Was there anything to use as a landmark?” I asked. “ Yeah, a huge mountain with a shape like a human face. Apart from that, there is nothing else.” Charles spoke to me boldly unlike the rest who said no words.

Only one path left. Through.

He looked around and then whispered to Codex while looking at me. “Head north to Nunavut. There will be people there who will help you to get to your home.” The guard said hurriedly, passing us back our passports with a gold medallion he removed from around his neck, looking around he let us pass quickly and quietly. We headed north to Nunavut, Canada. Not knowing why, but we felt that we could trust this man. Upon driving through towns and stopping here and there, people would bow and walk away in fear and leeriness. Every once in a while, we would see people who would bow and wait until we passed. Codex was still driving us when we hit a roadblock, about twenty miles out of town. There was

Only one of those keeps her breathing. Creek doesn’t pace. Doesn’t fidget. Both palms flat on the stone, head bowed like he’s praying. He’s not. He’s listening. “They’re closer,” he says without opening his eyes. “North vessel crossed the river. East one hit the dead highway. West one’s not running. She’s flying.” Three. The last ones. And we’re underground.