The Great North Review Novels & Stories

Lately, his unadulterated dirty talk caught my wolf completely off guard and made the tips of my ears burn with a deep flush. I cleared my throat roughly, forcing my eyes to focus on the black text of the document, but stopped after the first line. "A new expansion project near Snowfall City?" "Yes." "It must be gorgeous in that northern territory during the winter when the pack lands freeze over!" I had seen the white northern lights in old scrolls but had never visited the high northern peaks, only glimpsing them in maps featuring the central trading avenue and the iconic winter cathedral where the ancient alphas took their vows. Grant’s golden eyes softened to a molten glow, his clean-cut

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

The echoes of the grand cheer had barely settled into the thick oak rafters when the high arched windows at the eastern end of the Great Hall began to bleed a soft, pale indigo. The long night of subterranean iron and ancient fire was finally yielding to the northern dawn. Outside, a sharp, cleansing frost had settled over the pine ridges, crusting the stone parapets in a silver glaze that caught the very first rays of sunlight breaking across the jagged peaks of the Great Divide.

Yoni POV The rain didn’t just fall that night, it attacked, slicing down in cold sheets that soaked through my coat and made my bones ache. The streets glistened black under the glow of scattered streetlamps, reflecting the city like it was a fractured mirror. Every step toward the tower felt heavier, like the night itself was warning me to turn back. Gratis Johnson’s building was impossible to mistake. Even in a city full of high-rises, his stood apart, a dark blade cutting into the sky, edges sharp enough to wound. Lights burned in only a handful of windows, concentrated at the very top. His level. His world.

"Get out of my sight!" Rose looked at Jones with watery eyes, but he only glared at her, evidently cold and disgusted. She collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly abandoned. Meanwhile, I had settled in a remote Southeastern Pack. Life here moved slowly, and the scenery was stunning. Every day, I woke naturally to the rising sun, taking my time to soak in the peaceful beauty of the mountains and forests. At home, I had the freedom and energy to immerse myself in what I loved. Totem design inspiration came to me easily now, flowing without pressure.

I growled, the gold in my eyes flickering. "I have spent several centuries perfecting the art of the fortress. Let him come to the peaks. Let him see what happens to Southern iron when it meets the Northern frost." The transport banked sharply, the tires crunching over the frozen gravel of the citadel’s primary ascent. The Great Gates of Northreach loomed ahead, twin slabs of obsidian carved with the history of a thousand winters. As we approached, the torches along the ramparts flared, blue-white flames dancing in the gale.

The North Pack mansion was a fortress of glass and white stone, perched high on the snow-dusted peaks of the Rockies. Unlike the warm, cedar-scented air of the Medina River Pack land, the North was crisp, smelling of pine needles and ozone. Inside the grand study, the atmosphere was typically one of quiet efficiency—until the morning the letter arrived.

As soon as the tailor finished speaking, someone standing by immediately stepped forward to translate his words into sign language. The maids whispered enviously, "The Alpha is so thoughtful. He even arranged for a sign language interpreter." "Not just that. I mean, look at this dress! The Alpha went to Granite Summit just to get these gemstones!" Eric wrapped an arm around my waist. "Darling, do you like it?" I gently ran my fingers over the dress. Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the dress was, it couldn't mend the crack in my heart. Eric seemed as though he wanted to say more, but a guard entered and whispered something into his ear.

Alex asked, “Can you ask your grandmother to do it?” Cecilia nodded. “No problem, of course. Bro Alex, you saved Cecilia Peach, this life of mine. And my life is valuable in my grandma’s eyes. You will surely become a guest of honor once you go to our Peach family in the Great Northern.” Alex and Xerxes looked at each other, but they had utterly no idea how to get to the Great Northern. In fact, they had never been outside the Earth. As if an ancient force field was protecting it, they couldn’t get out. The others also seemingly found it difficult to get in.

He didn’t say anything as he pulled away from her house and switched the headlights on when they reached the end of her street. “What’s going on, North?” He shook his head and kept driving. Trepidation filled her. Had something happened to his mother? Did his father tell him about the meeting with her father? Her pulse thudded violently against her throat, and she tasted metal on her tongue. This was it. This was what it felt like right before you lost everything. North parked the Range Rover at the lookout spot on the way to the lake. It was a popular spot, but at that time of the morning, it was deserted. North opened his door and climbed out. Aspen followed him, where he opened the rear o