Borderland Rhys Novels & Stories

The second group of people had accents from all over the place, seemingly tourists who came to Riverbank for vacation. When they arrived, Rhys raised his voice and cried louder. “Kaze Lee is trying to kill me! It hurts! He thinks he’s beyond the law, he thinks he’s stronger than Chief Hill! What did I do to you…” Rhys lived up to his reputation as the owner of an agency for actors and actresses. While he cried, he painted himself with blood, adding to his already messy appearance.

Yet, he had saved her life. 'I'm not going back,' she said softly but firmly. The man paused his carving, his dark eyes meeting hers through the firelight. Good. Because the Neutral Borderlands don't offer second chances. Back at the Black Ridge southern border, the atmosphere was thick with frustration. Harry stood at the edge of the rocky gorge, his dark coat damp from the lingering mist. Around him, three of the pack’s most elite tracking wolves paced the boundary line, their heads low to the mud, sniffing frantically.

Rhys moved before I did. He was already running by the time I turned fully around, crossing the meadow with the long efficient stride of a man who had spent years in border patrol and knew how to cover ground fast without burning out in the first thirty seconds. The person running was faster.

Gunner began, her voice soft with nostalgia, "was the sweetest man. Kind, gentle, and fiercely protective of his family. He had a way of making everyone feel special." As she spoke, the door opened again and Rhys walked in, exuding his usual confidence and charm. "Good morning, Mother," he said, bending to kiss her on the cheek before turning his attention to me. "And hello, Alex." His eyes met mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us. Rhys’s presence was as unsettling as his brothers’, but in a different way. He was smooth, charming, and utterly unpredictable. Oh God! I felt like a mice in a maze.

Theon and Rhys ran over. “We have reports from the boarder” Rhys said looking a little nauseous “It’s bad. It’s the witches. They blew up several trucks at the border. All but one of the guards in that vicinity are dead.” He glanced at Naomi clearly not happy with what he had to say next. “They kept one alive with a message. They are on their way here and they said they are coming for you Nai”

In a place like this, there’s usually a constant stream of male attention, and my short backless dress is hugging my curves in all the right places should be enough to gain a bit of attention but so fats there is a literal void around us. Guys glance my way, then their eyes dart behind me and they move quickly in the opposite direction. “Do I have ‘trauma’ written on my forehead?” I mutter as a strange, prickling sensation crawls up the back of my neck. Emma knocks back a shot and frowns, looking past me. “No... but you have a shadow.” I turn around and there, tucked into a dark corner drinking, is Rhysand. He’s dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the edges of his tattoos gi

His skin was tanned, as if he spent most of his time outside – killing territory passers – and he had a light stubble lining that perfect jaw. “Name’s Chase, never come into my territory again” he says and I’m suddenly pushed backwards. I land on my bum again, knowing that it will join the parts of me that will become blue. I scramble up, rushing towards Felix. For the first time in our lives, he wraps an arm around my waist, comforting me. “If I see any of you close to the border again – I will end you!” Chase warns. He glances at me for a second, giving me a wink before disappearing into the woods. When he’s gone I nestle my head into Felix’s shoulder, tears leaking out of my eyes.

"Lord Caspien Gray...It's good to see you, old friend." Rhys stated, a small smile on his lips as he hugged the incredibly handsome stranger... ***

he explains, his voice deep and soothing. “I see.” My mate has always been in the enemy kingdom, waiting for me. So, this is why Rhia seemed so happy to cross the border and so loath to sail away from what I thought were enemy lands. “I’m Maggie, Maggie Carpender of Bellthan, in Forest Kingdom.” “Amazing,” he says. “No wonder I was drawn to its border.” “As was I, in the opposite direction.” “Incredible,” he says. A moment passes, gentle and quiet as we just gaze into each other’s eyes.

Perhaps even longer than I have loved Helios. “Where is he?” “He’s at the border. He –“ “Stay here, Rhode. I’ll go get Ares.” Rhode nods, sniffing back a tear. Instinct takes over and I run, leaving a distraught Rhode to stand next to the campfire. ***** The border of Stormbreaker pack is like a cowboy town with a few wooden shoplots erected from seemingly out of nowhere. Usually, the place is as quiet as a graveyard with but a few traders coming to and fro to sell their goods. But on this particular morning, there is a commotion. And it is not a good one.