Uncharted Territories Book Novels & Stories

"Describing things inaccurately because you described them too early is a specific kind of mistake I try to avoid." He looked at me with the eyes that had been reading the world since his fourth hour in it. "She fills the gaps," he said. "In the map. The regions where our letter network hasn't reached yet — she's already there. Her twelve years and our eight months together cover almost everything." I looked at the map spread across his table, all the careful marks. Almost everything. "Almost," I said. "The mountain territories in the far north," he said. "Old packs. Isolated ones. They haven't written because they don't write to anyone they haven't already decided to trust, and they haven't

Their trip to Meridianam, the first country they’re going to visit, is only a few days away, and only a few months away until their trip to Silvenia. She was a sociable person, so was her twin Aric. The trips would be fun, she knew that. Only if they hadn’t had to make a paper for each country. As for Leath, she’ll miss all of it. Nobles and some Elites are already arranging a meeting with her. Avery knew how hard it was for Leath to entertain such people for the sake of her reputation. Just with a couple of squeals and giggles coming from girls, everyone knew that their history professor just entered the room. Leath and Avery were one of the few who didn’t welcome their good-looking profess

I had to get ready to head to the Blood Moon Territory. I had no desire but to be on good terms with Ezra, but it was time to get rid of this bond for good.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Just sits with me until my breathing evens out again and the knot in my chest loosens enough to hurt instead of suffocate. Later, after he leaves me to my thoughts, I spread the map out on the table. Old paper, creased and marked, smelling faintly of ink and smoke and history. Lines drawn and redrawn over years of negotiation and blood and trust. Borders. Alliances. No-go zones. Places I’ve fought for. Places I’ve promised never to cross. I trace the ink with my finger, stopping where territories meet and blur. Where my influence used to flow freely, where I’ve pulled it back like a retreating tide and told myself it was the right call.

He stood up and came around the desk and I stood up too and he pulled me in and I pressed my face against his throat and felt his heartbeat and the bond and the territory and all thirteen halls scattered across the connected pack network most of them still ruins most of them still waiting. "One at a time," he said. "One at a time," I said. "The third territory first," he said. "The center cluster completed." "Yes," I said. "Then the others." "One at a time," he said again. "Yes," I said. We stood there in the study in the evening dark and the territory was alive around us and the path was still going and the network was revealing itself and somewhere in thirteen territories across the connec

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

Amber's territory was covered with lush grass and the point where it ended the snow covered the land beyond that point. Standing at the edge of the boundaries, Emmeline extended her hand out of Amber's territory. Abruptly she pulled her hand back with a hiss. She gasped at the condition of her hand. She stared at her hand as the split skin started healing, it felt like her hand was exposed to a snowstorm. No one could tell that beyond the boundaries of this lush tropical land, a snowstorm was brimming in the wastelands. Emmeline's eyes welled up with tears, her bottom lip trembled as her throat tightened.

She looks at the notation. She opens it to the eastern territory map. She looks at it. She looks at the western territory. She looks at the southern territory, which Veth has been beginning to document but which is still largely unmapped. She looks at all of it. And then she puts her finger on a location that is not in the eastern territory or the western territory or the southern territory. It is in none of the territories covered by any pack the network has been in contact with. It is further than any city we have reached.

he says and walks away. I don’t do anything the entire one hour trip to the island, instead, I play on my phone, call up my brother and start to make arrangements for his move to a better hospital and a better home, I mean I’m about to be a millionaire, and I need to start planning.