Onyx Storm Map Novels & Stories

A few minutes later, a map filled the screen, and the coordinates had placed five red dots on the screen, locations. One in Lewe, one in Batsia, a third in Mir, and the other territories that were not ruled by anyone. Mir was home to one of my packs, Green Field, and two of my cities, Avon Wilts and Myrtle Cove. The fourth dot was below Lonely City, right where the Bear kingdom territory met the wolf kingdom territory. The fifth red dot was located on the realms' second continent, in a kingdom called Andora. Kellen’s phone dinged from his pocket and he pulled it out to see who had messaged him, at the same time I heard another ding from Mathias. Without letting go, he pulled his phone out.

Waiting for Aaron. I rested my hands on the railing, fire twitching under my skin. I whispered to myself, barely audible. “We can’t keep waiting.” Later that morning, Edward gathered the high-ranking wolves in the war room. I was there too, at his side, though every pair of eyes flicking toward me reminded me I wasn’t yet fully one of them. Mara leaned casually against the wall, her sharp gaze missing nothing. On the table spread before us was a map of the territories—our lands marked in silver ink, Aaron’s presumed strongholds in black. The spaces between were forests, rivers, and stretches of no-man’s land where monsters lurked.

It groaned open. Dust and the scent of old rain filled the chamber. Inside, the walls were lined with faded murals. Silver wolves beneath a white moon. Shadowed wolves beneath a red one. And at the center of the floor, a stone map. Afnan stepped closer, her breath catching. The map had been carved directly into the ground, its lines etched deep into the black stone. Mountain ranges. Forest borders. Rivers. Bloodstone. And two circles. One beneath the fortress.

“To us. They are coming for us. Orion is bringing the fight home.” There was a loud explosion on the table. The map divided itself into its four cardinal parts. “Bloody hell,” Tony swore. “That’s… not good, is it?” Akira helped Rune to his feet. “Where is it?” Rune turned slowly, his gaze unfocused. “North. Beyond the Black Ravine. It’s moving fast—faster than it should.” Kai growled under his breath. “Its headed for the pack” “Thats more like it,” Rune said. “We have maybe an hour before it gets here. I saw blood. Nothing is standing in its path.”

“Here, that’s what online maps are for.” Jaxon passes me his tablet from behind the sofa, showing me a map of the Amber Desert area. He spends the next hour showing me possible areas of expansion, of where I could build a local town to maximise a stream of regular revenue that would benefit the pack. Offering jobs to pack members as well…something very much worth further consideration. Josie and Knox both join us, huddling closely on the sofa opposite…Knox whispering into Josie’s ear. My gag reflex wasn’t that strong after pulling an all-nighter.

He spread out the map again and stared at it. He didn't know how accurate the map was, but the regions on the map were almost unrecognizable. He saw some thick wavy lines drawn on the map which showed that there was a wide body of water, a sea perhaps, surrounding the regions on the map. Although, the only body of water he knew around the Lycan and werewolf territories was a small stream of water at the border of Hericon. Moon Valleys was not known for having bodies of water. Like the name Valleys implied, it was more of a valley land.

"Xender, I’ve been afraid of you since the moment I saw you walk into the Silverfang Hall. That’s why I want you by my side. Because if you’re not with me, you’re the only thing left in this world that could actually break me." He pointed to the map. "Look at it. Really look at it. The Stormriven Den, the Varkane estate, the Blackmoor holdings. They’re all just lines on a page. But the people? The power? That’s what matters. And you… you have the power to redraw every single one of those lines." I looked down at the map. It was my work. My design. I had mapped these territories for years, and now, for the first time, I saw them not as places to live, but as pieces to be moved.

Arsel Jarek stepped forward and spread a digital scroll across the table, overlaying new data onto our territorial map. Immediately, several points began to flash bright yellow, but they weren’t within the Eclipse Pack’s territory. They were located in neighboring packs: the Silver Fang Pack to the north and the Shadowy Valleys Pack to the east.

“This ocean can’t wash that away.” “No wolf can track through the ocean.” “You really want to fuck around and find out?” “Goddess, Kai....” Onyx stands in front of me, and I’d swear I see steam coming out of his ears, but then he backs up, shaking his head. “You have guts, and I respect that. Besides, I have enough headaches to deal with.” He grabs a pen and draws a few lines on my antique map. “You’ll continue on a direct path to Crystal Waters.” He looks up. “And next time, you go this way. Stay the hell out of Wyveron territory.”

POV: Barzil A cornered animal bites. A cornered army burns the forest. I stared at the holographic map floating above the briefing table. The Undercroft Refugee Sector was lit up in angry, pulsing red. Fifty-two thermal signatures huddled in the main ventilation hub. Surrounding them were twenty hostiles. And surrounding them were three battalions of Onyx Guard, waiting for the order to turn the entire sector into a tomb. "Play it again," I commanded. My voice grated against the silence of the room. Gravel and rust.