Westeros Map Book Novels & Stories

My eyes shifted from the stack of documents to him. He paused for a moment before gathering the stack of papers and setting it aside. When the papers were finally cleared away, I noticed a lay of drawing spread out on his desk. "This is a map of Montavia," he said, pointing at the image. Those expansive maps are divided into several smaller sections, and I noticed they represented the werewolf packs that are here. My eyes scanned from top to bottom, then moved from the right side to the left. Throughout the packs, there were red dots marked with a pen. He made a note of them. Red signifies danger.

My office wasn’t any better than the war room, the air was cool and it still carried the faint tang of the ash from the burned-out ruins of our pack, but at least, it still had its furniture intact. I grabbed a little box from the shelf - I had it stacked safely before leaving for Crescent moon pack - and took out the map and little figurines I watched my father and grandfather use. Alexander quickly dusted off my office table as much as he could while I spread out the map. It was a map of the Lycan kingdom and the neighboring packs. I handed Alexander the figurines, he worked with precaution setting up the make-shift battlefield with the care of someone who had sense of the gravity of his m

“Something that could help us.” I followed her up the hundreds of stairs to her tower, my heartbeat pounding in my ears with each step. When Esmeralda threw open the doors to her chambers, I nearly gasped at the sight. My heart leaped into my throat. Hovering above her potions table was a three-dimensional map of the seven magical kingdoms, completely created to scale. The entire map was several yards wide and nearly three feet tall, and the entire thing glowed with a translucent light. Magic. “What do you see?” Esmeralda asked desperately, gesturing to the map.

“It-It is the map of the whole Artemia kingdom…the map of the ground beneath it.” Samel and General Markus stood up and looked closely at the map drawn by Priestess Eva. It is a map of an underground route of the entire Artemia Kingdom, and it was recorded in the history books of the Blood Wolves clan as they dug the foundation of the kingdom to surround every inch of its territory.

A large wolf with yellow eyes, standing beside a woman and a small child. Revira's heart ached. "It's beautiful, sweetie." She walked over to the old bookshelf in the corner of the room. This was a Rakar family heirloom. She started pulling out the thick, dusty books, searching for something. Anything. Her hand stopped on a book with a worn leather cover. It had no title. She opened it. It contained no writing. Instead, it was a map. A hand-drawn map of Velmora. Revira's heart pounded. She saw strange symbols on the map. Symbols for mountains, rivers, caves. And she saw one spot marked with a red circle. Their current position.

After a few minutes, I continue on with my story. "I could sit here for days and explain my life, but that won't get us very far. The emergency we rang about yesterday was, I went for a run and stopped at the lake Artemis and I love to go to. While we were there, I ended up having a premonition. In this premonition I saw a witch by the name of Bellatrix Nevermoore. She performed a ritual that called for a live sacrifice. She has released Ragnar Stonemountain from the neverclear void. I spoke to my wolf and asked if she knew what was so important on the land the Kitsunes owned back then. What she told me shocked me. She explained when werewolves were created that Selene lived there with them

“Just somewhere else.” Walking across the room, the Luna Queen Mother pulls a large book from a shelf and brings it back to set down on the table before us. Inside is a collection of oversized maps, each one with a thin sheet of overlay. Familiar names like Phoenix, Sacramento, Moon River City, Crescent City, Boston and others appear on the headers, each page showing a detailed aerial view of the outlined cities and areas.

“In the far western corner of these territories. That’s where the Ravennites have gathered.” Robert looked at him with a quick smile of cooperation. He never set his sword down, but he walked over to another shelf and pulled a large, filthy, rolled up object with a thick, paper-like surface. He unraveled it on a small table in the corner of the room and told Alex to approach it. Upon examining it, he could see that it was a map of the Dark Zone, similar to the ones Delmar kept in the tower, but this one appeared to be much more plain, and it was not even completely finished. Alex noticed a large chunk of information was not drawn in around the map’s western portion. Clearly, this was all the

I like that. I leaned over the map that was laying across the table and she leaned forward to look at it also. I heard her breathe in and then trace a border with her finger. “Is something wrong?” I asked, somewhat sharply. “No, sire. I’m sorry I gave you that impression. I’ve just never seen an entire map of your Realm before, whole. The maps I have seen are all in books so they are divided up. It is fascinating to see.” She looked at me excitedly. “Is this to scale?”

Nora said. "Good." Priya sat back. "Then let me tell you some things that aren't in the orientation packet." They sat in the east common room for ninety minutes, and in those ninety minutes Nora received a more accurate map of Vael Academy's social and political geography than she'd been able to build in five days of observation. Priya talked the way good researchers wrote structured, evidence-based, with clear distinctions between what she knew and what she'd inferred.