Borderland Rhys Novels & Stories

His eyes, however, were the most captivating - one a brilliant blue, the other a deep shade of green. Darius's grip on his sword tightened, "You're one of them. A realm-crosser." The silver-haired man smirked, "Astute. Yes, I am Rhys, a child of both realms. But unlike the prophecy, I did not ask for this fate. It was thrust upon me." Elara's eyes widened, realization dawning on her. "You're the union... the bridge between realms." Rhys's expression turned somber. "Yes, but it's not as simple as uniting realms. There are forces, on both sides, that wish to keep them apart, and they will stop at nothing to prevent the prophecy from coming true."

"Anyone want to explain how exactly we became blood-bonded mates while committing treason?" "Long story," I mumbled. "Involves dying." "Why does everything with you involve dying?" "Bad luck. Cosmic trials. Poor life choices." Prince Darius pulled out a small compass from his jacket. "The Borderlands are three days hard travel northeast. We have no supplies, no allies, and a kingdom hunting us." "We also have something the Void Emperor did not anticipate," Rhett added. "We have each other. Five people who should not be bonded, allied before we were supposed to meet, committed to destroying his plans."

She had not stopped trembling since she felt the child was listening to something inside the seals. And Dax believed her when she told him. He had long learned never to doubt her instincts. He couldn’t afford to doubt her. Not when the world always kept proving her right. Ahead of them, the borderlands sat like a scar across the surface of the earth. Sharp-edged hills rose ahead, divided by glowing fractures where reality couldn’t heal properly. The air grew thin and heavy with magic that could cut the skin. Wolves slowed as they got closer to the outer edge.

“Did it?” I hated how my breath hitched. Hated how right he was. Before I could answer, another voice cut through the night — calmer, deeper, more controlled. “Starting the game without me again, brother?” Rhys stepped out of the shadows. Identical in every physical way, but the energy was different. Where Rylan burned hot and reckless, Rhys watched everything with cold, calculated hunger. His eyes dragged over me slowly, possessively, like he was already planning how to break me.

The now invisible mark he left on my palm throbbed. I wanted to know why it affected me that way. I'd never had any relationship with the old Alpha. I'd just met him for the first time yesterday. I was deep in sorrow when something occurred to me. “Who hasn't left the dungeon?”I question. Lex looks away and I turn to Kaden who looks like he wants to rip Lex's head off. “There was a rogue who strayed too close to our border last night. Rhys caught him.” “So he's back?” I asked.

“You will.” And as the figures in the mist drew closer, my pulse quickened—half from fear, half from the realization that whatever came next, none of us would leave this moment unchanged. The shapes in the mist sharpened—five, maybe six figures, moving fast and low. My stomach knotted. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. Rhys drew his blade with a whisper of steel, his stance shifting, steady and practiced. “They’re not border patrol,” He muttered. “Too quiet.”

There was pain in my body that wasn't from the cuts. No, this pain was worse. It felt like an unseen hand was squeezing my heart. The attack on the border was very bad, and now we have to clean up the mess. I saw limped wolves everywhere. Some had cuts that would take days to heal, and others were carrying the weight of their grief more than any wound. When I looked at Rhys, his jaw was so clenched that I thought it might break. He was in the middle of everything, strong and in charge, but I could tell he was tired because of the look in his eyes.

You’re on Ashdale land. I know. ‘Ashcroft and Ashdale aren’t exactly friendly.’ I know that too. So, what are you doing on my border at, He looks at the sky four in the morning, bleeding, running from rogues?’ I look at him. I decide, with the particular clarity that comes from having nothing left to lose, to simply tell the truth. My pack cast me out. The rogues were already following me when I crossed the border. I apologize for the trespass. He looks at me for a moment. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘Lyra Voss.’

Next to him stood several high-ranking border scouts, their arms crossed, looking at her with a lethal, calculating hunger. Malakor caught her eye and offered a slow, mocking tilt of his head. It was a silent promise: *You haven't escaped us yet.* Sensing her sudden tension, Rhys didn't hesitate. He didn't just walk past the media; he completely hijacked the narrative. With a smooth, powerful movement, Rhys pulled Agnes flush against his chest. His free hand came up, his massive, scarred fingers wrapping gently around the nape of her neck, tilting her head back. The sheer speed of his movement took her breath away, her chest slamming against his solid, formal jacket.

Nazir and I reach the border in the woods first. I decided it would be safer not to shift, staying in our human form for now. The border is decided by the ravine, and it's almost perfect how the set of trees doesn't grow in one line, signifying this split between the territories. According to Rheyes, going further than this is dangerous; the rogues roam these woods and communicate too well with each other. There are two big rogue packs; one is in the east, where Rheyes has done his work, and one in the west.