Beyond The Boundary Main Character Novels & Stories

"Thank you sir for the help, bye!" After bowing to the stranger and thanking him no end, he went back to the beach and played again with his cousin. He even told his mother about his encounter with the stranger whom he taught as a kind and helpful person. Cassandra just smile and looked tenderly at her son, the reason why she keeps on living, the only person in the world that makes her happy. Her cousin noticed this that prompted her to ask, "Cousin, are you alright? What have you been thinking lately, is there something bothering you?"

Strengthening my determination, I balled my fists and crawled under the bushes, hoping that they wouldn't be able to detect my scent. Well, to be fair, I made sure I didn't get close enough to detect their scent, which gave me a good reason to believe that they too wouldn't be able to sniff me out. It was a struggle crawling under the hedges, however, my training made me a fit candidate to complete the task despite the hardships. I just wished that Iris was responding to me. Nonetheless, I knew she was still there and that was satisfying. At least she wasn't dead. I crossed the boundary. There were little scratches on my body. Yet, I was extremely pleased with my success. Feeling triumphant,

Feels fun but attention demanding. "Alpha!" The guard returns me to reality. My expression squeezes. He's a boundary guard. What is the occurrence which greatly and desperately demands my presence?. Really hope it outturns positive and never negative. The pack is unprepared for terrible news. I sigh hopefully and usher we move. Few distance from the packs boundaries, my blurry gaze views a pretty damsel habouring an unrecognizable body surrounded and denied passage by the boundary guards. I growl loudly and morph my fists.

In reality, it was easier to exit than to enter, because the boundary of her world was different from every other boundary in the universe. “Damn it! Can I really not break through all this? Am I going to end up miserable in this world? Ahhhh! What should I do?” Bian Jiao asked anxiously, unable to think of any solution to return. In reality, he couldn’t go back—even the two people he’d met so far were trapped in the Dragon Emperor’s universe just like him. Swish…

But not quite. I passed the training fields, empty now. The sparring rings were silent. No grunts or snarls or the heavy thud of bodies meeting dirt. Just the whisper of wind and the crunch of gravel beneath my feet. Then the boundary marker worn stone set into the earth, half-swallowed by creeping vines. I hesitated there. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to go beyond it. But technically, I wasn’t supposed to be out at all. I stepped over it. And no lightning struck. The world didn’t end. But something… changed.

***MAYA'S POV*** My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the glaring light overhead. As the brightness faded into focus, I was met with stark white walls that felt more like a canvas hauntingly devoid of color. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with faint whiffs of medication filled the air, suffocating me. A nearby machine beeped in a steady rhythm, the sound foreign and mechanical. Suddenly, it all came rushing back. I shot up in bed, adrenaline coursing through me, only to feel a firm hand on my shoulder, gently but insistently pulling me back down. I turned to find Christi, her face etched with concern, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

The mere thought of his failure calms me. Standing in front of the large window that overlooks the garden, I allow myself to completely absorb the view. Memories of my first meeting with Kaidaira flashes through my head, each image sinking in deep. The bruises, the blood, the battered face never leaving my mind but I wish to forget. But one thing that captivated me even in the midst of the trauma seeing her in that condition are those blue orbs that hold lots of untold stories and miseries. “No one will hurt mate. No one will take mate away from us. She belongs here. WITH US”.

She carefully turned her neck to the direction of the front doors where just by the side stood a man whose silhouette bore a striking resemblance to Jaxon, one she could pick out even in the darkness of the night. He was just—older. His father, she realized. The look he gave her was dark, piercing and deliberate, freezing her in place. “Oh dear,” Naomi started again. “Are you cold? You are freezing. I will get you a jacket. Do you want one?” Upon seeing Kallista's lack of response, Naomi Hawthorne followed the direction of her gaze. “Oh for the love of God,” she muttered and then yelled out, “Cillian drop the daggers! And come on, let's go home.”

I nod reluctantly, my mind flashing back to the voices in my head, the hours after my dad brought me to the spring and the eerie events of the past few days. “This land, this town—it’s not just some forgotten corner of the world. It’s a place where the magical and the mundane collide. You’ve seen the derelict lands not too far from here right?” and I nod. “There’s a barrier that you crossed when you ran to the diner through the woods” he continues, “It’s not just some invisible line. It’s a magical boundary, more powerful than any creature out there. It keeps us safe from those who would harm us.”