Border Unscramble Novels & Stories

I whispered to Uncle George without tearing my gaze off the group of men. "Guards. Deltas to be exact. They keep the entrance secured." "Entrance?" My brows furrowed as I looked around. "Uh, they are aware that the entry point is surrounded with trees, right? I don't see walls or something to stop trespassers from coming in through the woods." Uncle George forced a smile. "Because the woods is far more dangerous than brick walls, Entice." "What do you mean?" "You're an hour late, George," the man with slick back blonde hair and deep set royal blue eyes said, his arm effortlessly rested on the truck's roof as he pulled down his mask.

He shrugged. How could the border be blocked? I wondered. The two packs had always maintained a good relationship. They had always been in peaceful terms to the extent that the border between packs was only marked and no security was stationed there. “I gotta see this for myself.” I said and quickly began to push myself into the crowd. What was the meaning of this? What could warrant the closure of the border?! This was frustrating as it was! Elbowing my way through the frustrated men and women, I finally got to the front and realized that the man wasn't lying.

I am not the kind of girl to keep losing myself in thoughts about boys, yet here I am. “Don’t mind her. She thinks she is going to be the next Luna, but she isn’t Luna material. My cousin just keeps falling back into bed with her. My aunt Brianna is a fabulous Luna and Cheri can’t hold a candle to her,” the voice of a cute boy in a faded T-shirt, flannel shirt and worn jeans with his arms full of art supplies says from beside me as he looks me over.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on his feet — naked, blood-streaked, beautiful — facing the shadows creeping closer. Varun emerged from the darkness, flanked by his wolves. His lips curled into a cruel smile as his gaze dropped to me — still sprawled on the ground, still aching from Thorne’s touch. "Touching," Varun drawled. "Truly. But unfortunately, she's promised to another." Thorne's entire body vibrated with rage. "Over my dead body," he growled. "Gladly," Varun said — and lunged. Thorne met him midair with a roar, their bodies crashing together in a clash of muscle and magic.

Eirween. The stars had shifted. It was a subtle, quiet way that only someone like me would notice. A single thread out of place in the vast tapestry of the world. A tremble in the earth that wasn’t from storm or quake but emotion raw, untamed, and pulsing from the North. I closed the tome I’d been reading, the pages old and soft with wear, the ink faded but still legible under starlight. The runes along the cover shimmered faintly before dimming, content to rest.

The morning sun broke through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the safe house. Despite the light, Amaya couldn’t shake the tension from the previous night. Shadows still lingered in her mind—the memory of Nancy’s eyes, the operatives’ aggression, the pulse-pounding adrenaline of the confrontation.

Some of the luggage had already been unpacked—Roman clearly hadn’t bothered with the rest, knowing they wouldn’t be staying long. She glanced outside again, taking in the sea and citrus groves. ‘Short stay or not, I’m going to make the most of this.’ A grin spread across her face. She’d take pictures—Lena would never believe it. She chose a flowy, off-shoulder sunflower dress that ended just above her knees, simple sandals, and a wide-brimmed hat. The yellow made her pale skin glow. She grabbed her camera, holding it to her chest, a flutter of excitement in her stomach.

I chimed in. "Told ya!" He boasted triumphantly. They say when you are broken find another person to help you mend, but that's not our case. Broken people can help each other heal, not actually finding another person to dump your frustration, because you are just adding another list of burdens. All your loads will be weighted heavily. This is the best we can do to help each other and we both have the same reasons.

O mumbled and took a deep breath in and out . " You can do this Aria ...Calm down don't get angry , you're doing this for Red" I muttered under my breath as I stared back at the night club . I walked in and the bouncer looked at me . " Ma'am you can't work into club looking like a Nun " he said reffering to my dress and I bit my lower lip softly . " What's wrong with my dress ? I wondered as I stared at the sleeve hands ..my chest area was covered since it was a long neck dress . It was free and ended just after my knees .

Aaliyah and the other girl left for wherever they were going to, while I still stood out under the night sky. I decided to talk a brief walk. Maybe into the forest . I was most thankful yet most confused on the climate and vegetation here; very odd. I walk around the town, observing the people and very irrelevant structures here and there until I saw a piece of parchment paper somewhere I never expected to. I wondered why it was there. I took the piece out and read the content. It did not seem too clear but it was something about the West. It didn’t state where or who it was from. I keep the piece where I found it and continued walking. I turned back and headed to where I came from. I reache