Borderland Zero Novels & Stories

Now all I knew were the basics and that wasn't helpful at all. If only I wasn't running out of options... And if only the weird transferee wasn't my now bestest friend, Jessy, who didn't want to talk about it anymore. Wild Oaks was a town surrounded by woods which no one dared to enter without permission. They said trespassers who attempted to sneak in never got out of the woods anymore. If that's true, I would never know.

She smile a bit and bitten her lip as she said, looking back to the borders, “I know what I'm gonna do with this monsters. Sect leader, bless me with your guidance and I'll ends what I long and after!” The old is strange and it keep more than it can hold. Right now, the old couldn't holding on and the shattering filling the world in silence, and the pressure obly getting aflame! At the border, the never-seen explossion commence and the Negin arrive with a speed like those of a striking light. They roared, and the folks approaching the border look back; the eyes of blood is what bizzare at the faces of these folks!

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

“I'm nobody's tool, you bitch-” “She's my associate,” Samael interrupted. Our 'contract' unfurled in flames. I groaned. “Not that stupid piece of toilet paper.” “It's legitimate, Shannon,” Samael said. “Noor, the Border is fraying. That's why Jakkon escaped. What I feared most has come to pass.” She gave him a righteous gaze. “All because of your shoddy work, Reaper. You're lord of the crossroads and borders.” Her tone grew mocking: “Some say you should have been bound to it as well.”

The street was empty except for a child selling paper charms, their ink still wet. Evelyn approached. “Where did you get these?” The girl shrugged. “They wash up after the full moon. People say they keep the old gods asleep.” One charm bore the crescent-and-wolf sigil, crudely drawn. Beneath it, the words: The bride who burns will wake the sea. Evelyn’s pulse quickened. “How long have they appeared?” “Since last night,” the girl said. “The river glowed. Did you see it?”

The bond was slipping again, faint, dimming, and every second mattered. The moon fell. Then dawn rose. Still we ran. By mid-morning, the landscape changed. The forest thickened, the air turning colder, heavier, wrong. This was borderland. The outer ring of territory Josiah had once claimed. A place that still stank of fear and witch magic. Frynn shifted back first, panting, scanning the area. “We’re close,” he said. “The bond is strongest here.” I shifted beside him and nodded. Enrique stopped and sniffed.

Both answers went into the same place in Lira's chest where she kept the things that mattered. They traveled south in the early mornings and rested through the heat of the midday. The borderlands were rough terrain — no roads, no cleared paths, the kind of landscape that pushed back with roots and ridges and streams that appeared without warning. Lira ran the distance calculations against the days remaining until the full moon and kept the math to herself. They would arrive with two days to spare if they maintained pace. One if anything went wrong. Nothing went wrong. On the second day of travel, Sable fell into step beside her on a long flat stretch of pine forest, where the ground was soft

I had the perfect view of Konner and Colt playing basketball. I watched as Colt ran up and down the court. His long wavy chestnut brown hair flopped down in his eyes and when he stopped, he would run his hands through it and push it off his forehead. When he did that, it gave me butterflies in my stomach and I didn't know why.

She is the daughter of my enemy and she will forever remain that way. I pulled my hands away from her and that made me hit the floor. My eyes became close as I tried to regain balance, no one helped me up from the ground, they left me there. Where I laid was sacred and not everyone can come there. I opened my eyes and looked around, princess Lyra was also on the floor, she must have felt that force as well. The sky began to get dark even though it was still morning. The sun began to fade away. " This is a sign that our sacrifice was accepted and peace shall return to us" the council leader said.

she said and I gave a nod . The chopper landed in the estate and Some guys walked over to us and handed us two briefcase. She spoke to one of them in our mother tongue for a while before putting on her shades . " Let's go Aria " she said and We got into the chopper . " Are we coming back today ? I asked and she Chuckled " I said and hour Aria ,of cause we're coming back today it's Red's birthday tommorow remember ? She asked and I relaxed visibly .