Alice In Borderland Graphic Novels & Stories

Alice was still and looked into his direction but literally not looking at him and she recovered her voice in the silence that flowed the house, all eyes were on her and all hands on deck for anything she could demand for. “I don’t know yet, it is not looking very clear… It is a book… I think! Oh! Yes, it is a book. A strange book with…” Alice was already sketching on the air.. Bella Swan, now Edward’s legal human wife reached out for a book and a pen and she placed the book on the floor and put the pen into Alice’s hands as she help grip of the pen firmly. She drew and sketch a book with signs on its cover; a ring and the eyes from a wolf. Her visions seemed to be getting clearer enough tha

However, ever since we got back from her pack, I had my most trusted men watch her and when the report came of her mysterious trip to the outskirts of our territory, I followed her myself. I did not know what I expected, however, when I saw her cross the invisible border, I knew something was up. Somehow, at this time, our northern borders were covered in magic, hiding whatever and whomever was right there. Why were these magic spells active directly at our border entrance, one with a neighboring ally pack in fact? Who was coming for us and, more importantly, how did Alice know them and cross through the boundary unharmed? And why did she go to see them now?? There was a good chance they wer

The person slumped, groaning as they held their heads, and Anila bent down to pluck the flag from their waistband with a triumphant smirk on her face. “Hah! Look, I got one Zach!” she cheered, her face bright as she trotted over to me and placed the flag on my chest, “Not bad for a newbie, huh?” I blinked, flabbergasted. That was a fucking understatement. Never have I seen someone move with such graceful fluidity, especially a wolf of all things. We are not graceful beings. “I’m having a hard time believing you are a newbie, Anila,” I smirked, turning towards the student I slung against a tree.

Alpine’s power surged forward, Alicia’s eyes glowing a vivid silver as she pulled her legs free and hopped between spaces swiftly before the trees could enclose her and trap her from pushing forward. Alicia looked behind her as the branches sliced together like a fence, stopping her from going backwards. What was going on?! Alpine called out to Brutus, a howl filtering through Alicia’s mind and reaching her mate's. There was no response. It almost bounced back on her like a ball hitting a wall. Alicia sensed the border of Shadowmoon pack drawing closer as she ripped herself away from the forest that was alive under this moon, bleeding red onto everything. As she untangled herself from one la

My wolf grew angrier as I came closer to the Hellwood border line. There, standing with her kidnapper was Lily. Dammit Squirrel… I had to help her. I headed into the trees, quickly shifting back into a human. I would shift if things got out of hand. When I returned to the spot, Lily was backing up from the monster, back into our territory line. The monster was looking at her wide eyed, remorse for probably letting her go twice portrayed on his face. When her back connected to my body, the man’s eyes shifted to me and his eyes darkened. Lily slowly looked up, her eyes about as wide as two suacers.

Strategy. I pressed my palms against my thighs and inhaled slowly. She wouldn’t touch Alice. She wouldn’t. But she didn’t have to. All she had to do was make the world question me. And I had already learned how quickly the world believed the worst version of a woman who grieves loudly. When I picked Alice up early, she ran toward me with paint on her fingers and pride in her eyes. “Look what I made,” she said, holding up a paper covered in chaotic color.

The best kind. Eventually the girls gave up interrogating and started singing along to the radio…so loud, off-key, windows down. Elvins pretended to be annoyed but I caught him smiling in the mirror. As the city gave way to trees and rolling hills, the pack border came into view. The invisible line that separated our territory from the human world shimmered faintly in my senses, like stepping through warm water. Elvins slowed the SUV as we passed the old wooden sign that read “Private Property – No Trespassing.” To humans it looked like a random farm road. To us, it was home.

I stepped forward, my presence no longer hidden. “You always did have a sharp sense of the unseen,” I said gently. Alina turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed, lashes wet. “Was it that loud?” she asked, voice hoarse. “No,” I replied. “But it was deep. The forest doesn’t echo unless it needs to.” She laughed, bitter and soft. “Well. At least I’ve made myself memorable.” I knelt across from her, letting the creek separate us. The moonlight pooled between us, silver and soft, casting shadows on her face that made her look older than her years.

With Pixie safe, thanks to Ayla, I was able to focus on the wolves that filtered through my borders. Jared and WormWhick fought at my side, easily ridding my lands of the rogues. It had been too long since we'd fought together. My reputation as a crazed, bloodthirsty Alpha had kept most Alphas away. Even in the darkest parts of my depression, I had received almost no threats, and Ayla was usually the one keeping the border security tight. There hadn't been a breach like this since the one that separated him from Naomi. He hated that he was once again separated from his mate.

Not really an asset but more of a liability. A cluster of palm trees lined the riverbed, their leaves swinging and swaying as if going along with the song of the wind. Wild and free, its green color shone like jade in the light of the joyous sun above. As a child, I have climbed enough trees to not mind the height. Not that I planned to escape this pack, but … it was good to know. At least, I know what I might do should I ever be desperate enough to risk it. This garden and the Alpha’s residence is the one closest to the border. The said border is only marked by the lifelessness of dry grass ahead. Some say those lands belong to the Rogues. I wonder how many Omegas manage to step their foot