Romans & histoires Alice In Borderland Manga

After exhausting all efforts, I eventually surrendered and once again, darkness engulfed my sight. ******* I woke up for the second time, and I could hear men discussing nearby. I tried to open my eyes fully to see them, but I couldn't. I managed to open them halfway, but my vision was still blurry. However, I could tell that they were discussing me. "Where did you find her?" I heard the voice of someone whom I suspected to be the Alpha ask. "Lord, we found her on our boundary, attempting to trespass into our land," another voice answered.

in me—the kind of flame the wind cannot blow out. "Let them see that your Luna is not the weak wolf the rumors described," I added. The ground stopped shaking, and Kilian stepped more closer. He grabbed my chin; I let him hold my chin, and I didn't show any bothersomeness. I wanted him to see that I was serious. "And what do I get in exchange for doing what you want?" he asked softly. The question caught me off guard, and I couldn't think of an answer. “Whatever you want, Alpha,” I replied smoothly.

"Just how many monsters did this guy kill? Or did he find some kind of scoring exploit?" In front of him stood a massive mirror. Before it sat a golden-haired, blue-eyed foreign woman: Alice. Her skin-tight leather bodysuit traced a devilish figure, her lips a vivid, blood-red, and in her hand she toyed idly with a dagger still dripping blood. At Charlie's words, Alice turned, her voice languid and seductive, laced with a manic edge that chilled the bone. "Heh. Who would've thought there'd be someone else this strong in this godforsaken game, besides Starseeker..."

"Leon, listen to me first." "You drugged my milk, sniffed pieces of my dad's clothes in the middle of the night, went to the funeral home every month to swap them out, got my mom to play along with you, and kept me completely in the dark. Don't I have the right to a single word of truth?" Alice stood and walked into the bedroom. When she came out, she was holding a small tin tea box. She opened the lid. The other half of the paper was folded inside.

"Do not say that name out loud, Scout. You have no right to speak it." "He did it," I said. I stepped into her space, my boots clicking against the floor. "Alpha Ezekiel did it. The Silver Thorn Draft was his. The relapse was his." Nathan moved behind me. His heavy leather coat creaked as he shifted his weight. "She is right, Alice. The girl is not lying." Alice turned her head so fast her hair whipped across her cheek. "Elder Nathan, you cannot side with her. She is a rogue from the outer borders. She arrived, and the Grand Luna fell into a coma."

She was three, all giggles and silver eyes, already shifting into a tiny silver pup when excited. ‎The great hall was full, the pack loud with plans for the harvest festival. Mara had arrived the night before with her mate and their grown pups, and the Ironclaw warriors mingled easily with ours. Laughter echoed off the rafters, the smell of fresh bread and bacon filling the air. ‎ ‎But I felt it before the scout burst through the doors—a prickle on my skin, the warmth in my chest stirring, restless. ‎ ‎“Alpha!” the scout gasped, blood streaking his face, his eyes wide. “At the northern border. Shadows. Like the eclipse night. They’re… they’re speaking.”

I thought I would just snoop around, but now? Now all I could think of was getting to my mate. "Forget the camp," Alan snarled so loud I could have sworn he was heard in the nearby camp, and a feral growl ripped through my throat as I agreed with him. “Forget everything and get to Ina now.” I made it past the camp easily and soon found the border Ina mentioned earlier. “The security is tighter.” Alan gasped when he saw the line-up of werewolf warriors at the border.

"For being patient with me. For understanding my fear. For loving me anyway." "Always," she promised. We fell asleep like that, my hand on her stomach, both of us at peace. But peace never lasted long. The next morning, I was making breakfast when Liam linked me. "Alpha, we have a situation at the border." "What kind of situation?" "A woman. She's asking for you specifically. Says she knows you. And Lorenzo..."* He paused. "She has a child with her. A boy. She's claiming he's yours." My blood ran cold.

The power burst out of her like a bomb. I was thrown backward, crashing into a tree twenty feet away. Every bone in my body screamed with pain. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was what I saw when I looked up. Aisla was floating three feet off the ground, her hair whipping around her face in an imaginary wind. Her eyes were pure silver now, no longer human. And she was happy. Not the sweet, shy smile I'd fallen in love with. This smile was cold. Predatory.

"If you get a code black, he knows. You can't go back to his house. The plan is off." "No," Alice muttered. "I can still do this." With the weight of the world hanging over her head, Alice was unable to concentrate on her homework. She turned on her current favourite show—one about a group of teenage werewolves. The story sucked her in despite her own dire situation—the poor female lead had it worse, up against a werewolf with seemingly limitless power. 'At least my adversary is just a human being,' she reasoned. That was Alice's superpower—being able to see the bright side no matter how bad the situation.