Border Unscramble Novels & Stories

My freaking underwear! “What the hell!?” I yell, trying to cover my body with my arms, “Where’s, where’s my dress!?” He shrugged, making my blood boil, “Where’s my clothes!?” I snapped. “Left it at the boundary” he answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why!?” “It was dirty and carried your pack’s scent” he said, “Now get dressed or do you want to meet the pack in your underwear?”

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 start and then Cheri cuts in. “Rosie, maybe you and the wolf-less girl can play dollies while the rest of us train. We all know your wolf is a dud!” Cheri taunts. “Do you have to be a mean bitch? I thought you wanted to be the next Luna. From what I have been taught, Lunas are supposed to be kind and care for all of their pack members, especially the weakest ones,” I reply. Anyone surrounding us is “ooh”-ing. Rosie shakes her head and places her hand on my shoulder, “It’s okay. Cheri is my cousin, you don’t have to stand up for me. You wouldn’t want to make any enemies on my account anyways.”

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.

Aloha Pov... Their bond transcended the conventional boundaries of friendship, woven with threads of unconditional support and unwavering understanding. In the quiet moments, she would gently brush away the worries etched across her brow, her touch a soothing balm that whispered of solace and reassurance.