Northwest Passage Novels & Stories

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Dorian nodded, "Precisely. The Pnevma most likely crossed over Boarders to get a ship or a boat than to run away from us, because the Earth City's docks and ships belong to us. If Christyl Frost gives them a boat which im sure he will, the Pnevma will have so sail through the Cold Sea which is next to Dorne." "Now that i think of it the king is right" Karl said, "They cant sail straight north because of the Cyclone. So their shortest route to Theronia is through the Cold Sea, south between Dorne and the Devils Island. Then into the Iron Sea and back north into the Red Waters" "Its going to be a long way back home" said the Prince,"You really thought this through father" "I agree" the mage sa

Three months after my formal transition, I stood at the edge of territories I had never visited despite coordinating confederation operations across vast distances. The Northern Wilderness stretched before me ancient forests and mountain ranges that had remained isolated from supernatural politics throughout the confederation's development. "You're certain about this journey?" Darius asked as we made final preparations for extended travel beyond confederation territories. "The northern regions are largely unmapped, and your reduced network connections mean significantly less backup if we encounter difficulties."

“She can feel me too.” “What are you saying?” Dane asked. “I can try to guide her.” I pushed everything through the bond love, certainty, direction. Freya. If you can hear me… Nothing. Then, something different. Focused. Northwest. I gasped. “Northwest. She answered.” “It’s vague,” I added quickly. “But it’s something.” “It’s enough,” Dane said. “We go northwest.” Night swallowed us whole as we moved. The land grew wilder, emptier. Perfect for hiding someone.

"He is the leader of the biggest force in the Northern Sea. You know what the Northern Sea is?" Tapping her lips with her finger, Katherine tried to recall a map she'd seen in her father's library. "Isn't it the one bordering on the Glaciar Coast at the upper end of Falumor, Renat, and the Icelands? I heard it's frozen most of the year and that there are some pirates roaming..."

He ignored her and proceeded on with his speech. “We are currently in the Phosphorus Strait, which connects Asia with Europe. This route is the busiest trade route in the world and we have moved our base near this route. A few hundred kilometers from here is an island in the European Sea. No one has attempted to date.” “No, Adam, we are not lost in the Straits of Phosphorus, we are lost in some unknown sea.” She spoke while staring into his eyes intensely.

“If we go directly north, we pass through the Greyveld territories. That’s contested. Kurnich has allies there.” “So we go around,” Archer said. “Around is another three weeks on foot,” Eli said. “Through terrain that is not exactly forgiving.” Silence. The fire crackled. Ariadne shifted North to her other hip and stepped closer. She studied the map for a moment, then pointed to a route that cut northeast, up through dense forest markings and into the upper territories. “Through here,” she said. Nobody spoke for a beat. “Ariadne,” Eli said carefully. “That’s vampire territory.”

He never knocks. “You are already working,” he says, stretching his arms over his head with a tired grin. “I should have known you would be.” “Of course.” I do not look up. “We will not have an opportunity like this again. Their Alpha died last winter. Their second in command is useless. Their borders are a mess.” Rhys steps closer, his eyes scanning the pieces on the map. “You want to hit the northwest border?” “No.” I shift a red marker slightly left. “Here. The eastern incline. The mountain pass is thin. Only room for two patrols at a time. If we break them there, the rest collapses.”

"But even a smuggling route doesn't explain the aggression on the Salthaven Coast." I paused, leaning over the strategic map, letting them both see the gravity of the truth I was about to reveal. "The Northern Trade Pass is not merely a source of timber," I admitted, my voice dropping. This was the vulnerability Alaric feared she would expose. "That pass sits directly above the Whisper Caves. Those caves are the only natural boundary that stops a full-scale assault from the Northern Alliance, a military threat that has plagued this region for centuries." I met Anya's shocked gaze. "The Pass is a strategic defense point. If Vorlag seizes it, he isn't crippling my economy; he is dismantling my

She pushed the door open, stepping out before him. “The most powerful pack in the North. It’s Tundra.”