Westeros Map Book Novels & Stories

She lay back on the bed, staring at the carved stone ceiling until her eyes fluttered shut and dreams claimed her. … The war council chamber was lit by the glow of torches. Lucien sat at the head of the stone table with Ronan at his right, when Ira entered, bowing her head. “Alpha Lucien,” she said firmly. “You sent for me.” “Yes.” Lucien’s voice was steady and low. He unrolled a massive map across the table, its parchment marked with inked symbols and careful lines. Every territory lay there the North Wings, the East and West, and the South Wings. His lands covered from the South Wings to the Centrals.

"Because we’re going to get to them first." I walked to the massive oak table in the center of the room, where a map of the continent was spread. It was a new map, one that didn't show the old pack boundaries, but the flow of magic across the land. The North was a brilliant gold-and-blue. The South was a murky, flickering green. And the Wastelands beyond the Dead-Woods... they were a black void. "Hala," I called out. The old woman emerged from the library annexe, her staff tapping rhythmically. She looked smaller, her skin more translucent than it had been at the Frozen Sea. The effort of the War had taken its toll on her, but her eyes were as sharp as ever.

I creased my brows and stood at the entrance, peering inside but there was no sign of him so I decided to go in. I pulled down the woolen hood covering my shiny black hair as I stepped through the black gigantic door. I breathed in calmly, the fresh air gliding into my nose, releasing the restlessness that had clogged my chest on the way here. Asher’s study was filled with books and maps, and the scent of parchment filled the air. There was a huge map on the wall, with intricate details etched in ink. The various regions of the Council were depicted with different colors, indicating the various territories and provinces.

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

“Here’s the map.” Arose from nothing was a map. It spreads across the round table and every detail of it was so clear. A copy of the entire Claveria Haltera map but only the Kitezh north was on it. Mainly the lands of three werewolf territories; the Abberant, Madfur Okami, and the Shadowstone. “The main frontier was situated lying trigon. Taking a chunk of the northern part of Nightwinder and Madfur. What happened this morning, the first and second line of defense was breached.”

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Chad was unsure how the sudden increase in earthbound immortals was related to that. Micah smiled as he took a map from the living room's bookshelf and spread it on the table. "Do you know what this is?" Chad looked at it. "A world map. No, wait! What type of map is this?" The map showed nine continents without latitude and longitude, but the level of detail suggested that it was extremely accurate. Micah laughed. "This is indeed a world map, but it's a reproduction of one from 5,000 years ago, accurately copied from the Nine Cauldrons."

He then flings open the doors by placing both hands on the doorknobs. The big wood table in the middle of the room is the first item that catches my eye. It's square in shape, with black, throne-like chairs at the head and straight-backed chairs arranged all around it. A map of Raelia is spread out across the surface of the table, and from this distance I can't make out individual features, but I can tell the broad contours of our continent. The majority of the wall space in the room is taken up by dark oak shelves filled with worn and ancient books, leaving only gaps for the brackets holding the unlit torches. With a sense of vertigo, I realize how far up we are—the big, tinted window at th

“We don’t even know where the hell it is.” Myrra folded her arms, smirking. “Don’t we?” She stepped toward the crumbling shelves, brushing dust off an aged scroll. With careful hands, she unraveled the brittle parchment, revealing an intricate map. The ink was faded, but the details remained intact—mountains, rivers, long-forgotten cities. And there, marked in the deep south beyond the Vale of Shadows, was a name that made Elior’s breath catch in his throat. Dawnfire.

The scent of burning incense lingered in the air, mingling with the faint trace of parchment and wax. At the heart of the room stood a broad oaken table, its surface spread with a great map of the realm. Rivers, mountains, and borders stretched across its expanse, and upon it stood small carved soldiers—miniature knights, horsemen, and archers—placed with precision. Their silent ranks mirrored the armies beyond the palace walls, each piece marking a strategy only the king understood.