Sky Island Alliance Novels & Stories

I have a job I love at Yale, spend my summers in Portland, and am opening a new nightclub in Portland. We’re a year into the launch of Isak’s spite brainchild, The Mythical Alliance. Getting this endeavor off the ground had been a lot of hard work. The Order had been around forever, and the alliance between the three factions was still flimsy. We’ve added werewolves, witches, and hunters to the mix.

One week after Marcus and Erik's recognition. Life settled into new normal. Jasmina held morning council. Same advisors. Same routine. But different atmosphere. Confidence instead of desperation. Planning instead of survival. "Alliance updates," Jetstar said. "Two new packs have reached out. Interested in formal partnerships." "Which packs?" "Riverside Clan to the east. Shadowpine Pack to the south. Both heard about Marcus and Erik's recognition. Want to join the coalition." "Background on both?"

With that promise freshly in my mind, I put my best game face on as my car door opened and I stepped outside, fixing my suit jacket, before I began to climb the massive steps that lead up to the mansion that Alpha Issac lived in. By the looks of things, I had my work cut out for me, but there was no deal that I couldn’t make as long as I was on my game, and this deal was the most important deal I would be making in my life. Crescent Moon was the only powerful pack in our region that wasn’t in alliance with Red Moon, and having their alliance gave us a fighting chance to get Damian back. But to be honest, this was my first time ever meeting Alpha Issac in person, and I had no clue what to exp

The door opened, and there stood Isabella, her hair a mess and dirt on her face. "Is everything alright?" Damien asked concern etched on his face. Isabella nodded, trying to catch her breath. "I found something. Something big," she said. Damien sat up, interest piqued. "What did you find?" Isabella took a deep breath before speaking. "The new pack has allied with rival vampires, witches, and werewolves," she said. "They're planning a coordinated attack on our pack." Damien's eyes widened in shock. "When?"

“Alright. Check on them. Ensure there are no loose ends. You know what to do.” “Yes, Alpha.” Dane’s head dipped slightly in respect, and I shifted my gaze across the table. “Isaac,” I called out, addressing the younger pack member responsible for maintaining our alliances. “What about our allies? Are they holding firm?” “They’re all in check, Alpha Damien,” Isaac said confidently. I arched an eyebrow, silently demanding further assurance. “Wolfsburg Clan, Moonhaven, Clawston—all loyal and cooperative as ever,” Isaac added, his voice unwavering.

Marcus cleared his throat. “Will you be able to visit the Central Alliance celebration in a few days? you know this kind of thing happens around this time of the year all the time. if you’re busy, I can fill in for you but since you always represent the pack, ever since you came of age, I figured I should at least tell you about it,” Marcus explained and Ian sighed. The central alliance is simply an alliance between all packs in central city and its neighbouring cities and towns, including Hilton, Brooksville, and Ravenhill.

However, for small islands with few or weak immortals, beast attacks could be deadly. That was why the Starks and Riggs had sought out an island so desperately. Initially, they should have returned to Windia Island, but complications forced them to stop at this so-called Forgotten Shore. Without the protection of their respective families, both sides were considering an alliance, despite their lack of trust in each other.

Criston explained that Trio Alliance Island was divided into two factions: the Voyager faction, led by the Island Lord, which sought to expand its influence; and the weaker Reclusive faction, which opposed them. "As per the Island Lord's decree, Fleabane Island is under blockade. Unrelated individuals are advised to depart immediately!" the shore patrol announced as the wooden boat drew near. The orders from the Island Lord were like imperial edicts on Trio Alliance Island. White Tiger issued a proclamation, "I don't know any Island Lord. If you want to live, lift your hands over your head and squat down." "How dare you speak ill of the Island Lord? You should be executed," the patrol person

‘What’s this iso del crane’ Aliyah asks sighing. ‘It means skull island, it’s a island only known to most mafia family…to show you are a strong leader you are to spend a month alone in the island without anything but a knife and spear, it’s deserted and it’s easy to find human skulls anywhere so it is given the name skull island’. ‘You mafias sure have weird traditions… knowing you’re alive he can’t go there’. ‘Exactly, so please I need your help…I rather die than behave nothing ever happened’ Monalisa says.

"Darius won't wait long to attack. We need to be ready." Angelina nodded, her expression hardening into one of determination. "Yes, we must prepare. Your father is already gathering our allies. The Northern Alliance will stand with us, as will the Silverclaw pack from the western territories." Liam rose to his feet, his posture straightening as if the weight of leadership was settling more firmly upon his shoulders. "I should join him. There's much to coordinate." He turned to Isla, his gaze softening as it met hers. "Rest, my love. You need your strength now more than ever."