Uncharted Territories Book Novels & Stories

I felt like a fish in a pond that had just discovered that the ocean existed. I learned something else as well. Between the Packs were pockets of unclaimed territories. I don't know what it will take to investigate them myself, but I can tell that they're vast. These unclaimed territories are occupied by bandits and other kinds of strange creatures. There's little documented about them or their ways of life, and the instructor even called them a security risk. Which is why Kaden intends to conquer them.

“I imagine it was originally something like the end of the world, or the end of the power, and was just shortened eventually.” History had never been one of her passions, but she was reluctantly fascinated by what she was learning—in a horrified kind of way. “What happened next?” “Slowly, governments formed again, and we ended up with several territories. My grandfather always dreamed of unifying them—with him at the head,” he added dryly. “It’s an impossible goal, at least for now. Most of the territories are struggling just to survive, same as us. Trade is about the only stable communication process between territories.”

he sighs handing me over the papers, it was a map of the no territory zone and instructions on how to get there. Just from looking at the map, it appeared to be some kind of bunker. What could Richard be hiding there? No territory is a place where well, no pack as any territory over so rogues like to stay there so packs will have to stay away. We have to go there but we'll need to be so careful, Morgan will probably put in for the alliance to get a warrant to search the land, just to be on the safe side.

" The distinction landed like a stone in still water. She moved to the desk. The maps were territorial. She recognised the general geography, the northern forests, the river systems, though the political boundaries had shifted over centuries. The sovereign's territory had been enormous. Annotated in three different inks, layered over time, the maps showed expansion and then — in the final decade of marks — something more like contraction: borders drawn tighter; territory notated with the careful handwriting of someone who had learned that more range meant more responsibility, more noise, more weight. In the corner of the topmost map, barely visible, was a note in the same precise hand: The l

Something the network had not yet held. Sera looked at the routing map. At the sixteen territories marked. At the connections running between them. At the network that had been built for specific purposes. For specific people. In specific situations. She looked at the unclaimed land. Not on the map. Outside the map. Between the territories. In the space the map did not account for. She thought honestly about the question. About what the network could hold. About what it had been built to hold. About whether those were the same thing.

Behind him entered Elan, who gave me a soft smile as they approached. Laying out the paper on Thomas’s desk, a large map of the pack territories in the region illustrated. Borders were boldly marked, along with some other markings of which I was unsure their meaning. Off to the side, I noticed the leather-bound book that belonged to my grandmother. Whispers seemed to emanate from the book, distracting me briefly from the conversations that were going on. “What's going on?” I asked, looking away from the book to the others in the room.