Alice In Borderland Graphic Novels & Stories

Alice jumped straight into Demarion’s arms as guards rushed toward us from the west border. Between them was a young woman struggling weakly in their grip. The second I saw her, something inside me twisted uneasily. Her skin looked deathly pale beneath the moonlight. Bright red lips trembled violently while tears streamed down flushed cheeks. Her striking turquoise eyes darted around in panic. “Alpha. Luna,” A warrior reported quickly while tightening his hold on her arm. “We found her wandering near the western forest border. When we questioned her, she tried forcing her way past us saying she had urgent matters she needed to discuss with you personally.”

The three of us at breakfast, all of us at the one table, even though I could count on one hand the mornings I was ever really there. He’d drawn the mornings I missed like they’d happened anyway. Alice’s breath caught on that page. She didn’t say anything. “He always drew you bigger,” she said quietly, a few pages later. A drawing of the two of us, her small in one corner, me taking up most of the page. “Why.” “You were the one he watched the door for.” I looked at the page. My hand found the edge of it and stopped. She turned another. The training yard — stick figures with swords too big for their hands, one of them plainly meant to be me. Underneath, in careful, crooked letters: MY DAD IS

“I—I’ll need direct access to the Cartograph for a while. Maybe the rest of the night.” “Then you’ll have a guard,” Alessia said. “No one disturbs you.” Rian’s eyes sparkled. “This is the best terrible job I’ve ever had.” Kael looked at Alessia. “You’re not planning to stay here all night.” “No,” she said. “You’re going out,” he guessed. “Yes.” Ianthe laughed under her breath. “Of course she is.” Alessia turned back to the map and pointed to a section near the Lunaris border—where red threads were faint but strangely… patterned.

“At least I know that we have two warriors who are able to do some damage.” Finished, speaking I continue to move, scanning those around me, and only stop when I feel someone reach out in an attempt to connect with me. Pausing, I let down my wall and waited. ‘Alpha!’ Riley, one of our border guards, says the minute she feels me let her in, ‘There’s trouble!’ ‘Trouble?’ I hiss, snapping my gaze toward the northern border where she is located. ‘What kind of trouble?’ ‘There’s,’ she begins, but stops as I feel her exerting herself. ‘Please come quick!’

But the part of me that remembered the bar, and the strange feeling in my chest tugged hard. "No. Zeke told me I’m not allowed to leave the pack." Alicia smirked. "We’re not leaving. “I know a hidden wall near the southern border,” she said. “It’s this old part of the boundary—half-crumbling, overgrown with ivy and moss. No one really guards it because it’s technically still inside pack land. But if you climb up just right, there’s this perfect spot where you can peek straight into the New Moon camp. It’s like a front-row seat to an all-warrior runway show. You’ll thank me later.”

For a wolf like her, suffering from detachment from her mate, it was going to take her more than the death of her mother to make her see that not every mate bond could be rejected passively. After I hinted that Alex wasn’t the reason for the drought and the fire outbursts I suspected I had given her enough reasons to forgive him. And waking up to the news that the borders of the pack were intruded at night was my confirmation. She was smart, I would give her that, but not smart enough to know no one leaves the pack, not under my watch. Earlier today, the guards noticed a sneaky move at the borders. Alice tried to run away with her little niece as an accomplice, which happened to be futile in

“Hey?” Alice does not speak a word. In fact, she does not even as spare me a glance through her side eye. She just keeps her attention focused on the sand. In front of her folded legs, she had drawn the pictorial depiction of a scary wolf. The wolf looked a lot like Samantha’s own.

To get to the other side they took a huge war ship and only used a few lighted lights to see their directions as they went, all the other lights has being turned off so they won't be sighted by the border patrol soldiers, making it easier for them to do a clean invasion. With their neat plan, Draco was sure they would be able to defeat Aceland. They had altogether an army of ten thausand soldiers on a massive ship. * * Meanwhile Alice and Gagé where already on the other side of the border, because of Alice's fairy magic the two were able to travel back home within three days, so she had a lot of time to rest and regain her strength while Alice regained her magic. They had their solders read

He'd seen me and smiled, but there had been something wrong about it, something I'd been too naive to recognize. "Just tired," I manage, but Iris's frown says she doesn't believe me. The messenger disappears into Alaric's study. I should walk away, should focus on my duties in the healing wing. Instead, I find myself drifting closer, drawn by a sick sort of fascination. "—attacks along the border," the messenger's voice carries faintly. "Alpha Blackthorn sends his regards and wishes to discuss—" A flash of movement makes me stumble back. Through the study's partially open door, I glimpse a map spread across Alaric's desk. Red marks dot the border territories, forming a pattern that tickles s

She’s likely drinking tea; there’s no sound of anyone working. Serena was right when she said we’re not allowed beyond the border for a reason. As a child, I imagined unclaimed land to be full of monstrous beasts, shadows towering over the fiercest warriors, and harsh landscapes that no wolf could survive. At school, kids whispered that unclaimed lands had no moon and dared each other to cross the border for even a second. None of that turned out to be true.Perhaps Alpha Kane’s, my formal Alpha's strict borders aren’t to keep us safe from monsters but from leaders like Vuk. And behind these simple doors lies Vanda’s bedroom—my mate’s room.