Alice In Borderland Graphic Novels & Stories

Alpha Kael glanced down. The corner of his mouth lifted. “You finally noticed,” he said lightly. He leaned closer. “Little cat.” My face burned hotter. I looked away, embarrassed, my heart beating too fast for something that was supposed to be practical. This was just to keep me stable. That was all. That had to be all. x x x The border smelled wrong. Metal. Blood. Burnt earth. The wind cut across the open land, sharp and restless. Somewhere ahead, chains clinked softly.

Alice exclaimed suddenly making Logan stop and almost crash into the tree opposite them. All gazes this time were on Alice who was still occasionally sobbing, "Is this about to enter the border with the pine forest?" Tristan again looked at Alice, "yes, this is the border. What's the matter with you? How do you know this? Have you been here before?" Tristan exclaimed "Logan, don't take that route, look at the map first. Is this really a straight road?" exclaimed Alice Logan and Xander glanced at each other, he then looked at the map from his cell phone. "No, it shouldn't be straight, it's turning!" said Logan, who had just come to his senses.

"But I cannot manufacture a mate, Delara. Either the bond activates or it doesn't. Either she exists within reach or she doesn't. There is nothing I can do to force it." She opened her mouth — I could already tell it was going to be sharp and accurate — and then the knock came. "Alpha." Caden's voice, through the door. He was one of my border guards, reliable in the particular way that meant he did not knock on doors unnecessarily. His tone carried the specific quality that told me something had happened that didn't fit into any existing category. "I apologize for the interruption. We found something at the eastern border." "A something or someone?"

My Cheating Mate Grace pov I was in my studio working on the integration painting—trying to process the past forty-eight hours through color and composition—when I heard raised voices downstairs. Daddy. Uncle Cas. And someone else I didn't recognize. The tone made my wolf sit up. Alert. Something was wrong. I set down my brush and moved to the stairs quietly. Not sneaking, exactly. Just—listening before entering a conversation that sounded like it needed privacy. "—found at the eastern border." The unfamiliar voice—male, older, one of the border patrol wolves probably. "Alpha, the body is—it's brutal. Silver wounds. Torture before death. And the note—"

Cassius climbed the steps beside me. “The eastern patrol just returned.” I nodded absently. “Anything unusual?” He hesitated. “Nothing dangerous.” That single pause was enough. “But?” “They picked up an unfamiliar wolf scent near the eastern stream.” Every muscle in my body tightened. “Rogue?” Cassius shook his head. “No.” “Then whose?” “They couldn’t tell.” Draven growled low. Alpha. I frowned. “You’re sure?” Cassius nodded. “Very.” An Alpha. Near our borders.

I ran until my lungs felt like they were filled with crushed glass. The border took longer than I expected, but when I finally saw the perimeter fence, I almost collapsed in relief. Freedom. It smelled like damp earth and pine needles, not like Lucen’s cologne. The border guards were distracted, laughing as they shared a cigarette near the gate. Careless. They didn't see the broken thing creeping toward the line. Noom stirred, her voice a jagged melody of fear and longing. ”Eli… this is wrong… he’s our Alpha…"

said Alice, holding out her hand to me, “To a future... Partnership!” “My pleasure,” I held her hand, too. The two hands that hold have not retracted, side suddenly flies a puddle of water, splashing on my face, “Oh…” He came out of the water at some point, curled up beside me, his dark green paws resting on the palm of my hand that had just been held by BORLANT, then lifted his upper body and stared at me with his big, wet, golden eyes. "It's begging you to touch it," Alice said.

Alice retrieved the note it carried, then rewarded it with a grain of rice before gently waving her hand, sending the bird off into flight. Alice looked at the note, sighed, and then destroyed it by swallowing it. She gazed into the distance before calmly returning to bed. She lay down and stared out the window, resembling an ice-cold beauty filled with sorrow. … The next morning, Linus entered Alice's room, the cell door creaking loudly. He saw Alice sitting on the bed and slowly approached, taking a seat on a small chair. “What do you want?” Alice asked coldly, showing no kindness. To a traitor like Linus, she would have killed him outright in the past and still thought that was too mercif

She used the brief break to escape, running back to the garden, her heart beating a suspenseful rhythm. She found Luna Seraphine in the garden, her back turned to her. Luna Seraphine was talking with someone, and Arya ran up to join her by her side. When she looked at the person Luna Seraphine was speaking with, she had to look twice to recognize that it was Alice! Alice was dressed in a soiled orange coverall, a sinister grin on her face, amplified by the large scar on the left side of her face. She had defaced the sigil of condemnation Damian had instructed his men to brand on her face.