Borderlands Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

Chapter 51: Wandering Luna POV: Ariana The borderlands were no place for the faint of heart. They stretched beyond the safety of pack borders, beyond the watchful eyes of humans who traded loyalty for gold. Dust rose like smoke from the dry earth, tangled with the scent of rain-soaked soil, carrion, and wild musk. Wolves moved in the shadows, cautious, wary of humans and rogue packs that stalked them. I walked among them unseen, a ghost in the wind, a whisper in the night.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

"Jaxon is at the border river. He is miles away from this sanctuary." "He sent his musk into my halls, Coral," Clyde growls, his gravelly baritone a low, subterranean rumble that vibrates through the damp stone beneath my feet. He steps into my personal space, his massive frame completely blotting out the light of the candles. His hands fly up to capture my waist, his broad palms digging into my skin with a heavy, bruising protectiveness. "He looked at my mate's mark from the deep jungle and thought he could claim the fire. I am not letting the air touch your skin until I tear his throat out." The emotional friction between us, stretched to a breaking point by the impending storm at the bord

Hayden replied. "Maybe she just wants to bring the two of us together as mates badly?" Leandro guessed. That was the only guess he could reach. Larisa had once loved him and she probably still loved him. With the mate bond fuelling her love for him, she was wanting him badly. "Forget about this. What about the man at the border who spoke about the cross? Did you find out which Pack he is from?" Leandro asked. "No, I approached the Alphas of the neighboring Packs but they insist the dead man is not from their Pack. He is most probably a new rogue" Hayden replied.

Still hoping she would stop and come back into my arms. Saying she was sorry. Saying she felt the same way for me. But she doesn't. And as the guards inform me. I break down completely. " Luna has crossed the borders, your Highness." " Should we follow?" With a heavy heart. I speak. Feeling my heart bleed. " No" " Let her go" And just like that the happy world I imagined with her once these wars were over. Crumbled down. .... Scarlett's pov I was running through the dark forest with staggering footsteps and trembling legs. My insides sore and my mind blank.

Not a second later I got a mind link from Jason. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border into the packlands.” { Alexander } I ripped the throat out of another rogue and took a breath as I glanced around at the battlefield. It was a mess of hundreds of dead bodies, most from the rogues but enough from our side that I was pissed. I could feel them and their auras leaving and each time I felt a tether break I went on a rampage. “Nora and Rick have crossed the border in the packlands” Jason’s mindlink hit me at the same time Raine’s did.

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

I almost want to grab her back and claw his eyes out but know it’s not my place. “If I see any of you close to the border again – I will end you!” I growl through gritted teeth. I look over at the frightened girl, her eyes holding nothing but fear. With a wink I run away. What the hell is going on with me!?