Borderlands Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Cole replies. Sandy shoots him a look. “That’s not the comfort you think it is.” My fingers twitch against the blanket. The bond hums faintly in my chest. It's not raging. Not tearing. Just… there. Alive. And so is he. Damon. My mate. The knowledge settles over me like cold water. I quickly push that thought away and set it aside to be handled later. Sandy stops pacing. “If you cross the border with her, you’re not just hiding her. You’re choosing her.”

“You’re amazing too, Naomi. I heard that you’re a department supervisor at a Fortune 500 company. “I wanted to continue working with you after the research topic ended. Unfortunately, I went abroad as an exchange student soon after. “By the time I came back, you had already graduated.” Rivas seemed to find the situation truly regretful, and I was stunned. For a time, I did not know how to continue the conversation. Fortunately, Rivas changed the subject. “By the way, I heard that you’re filing for a divorce. What’s going on?” I nodded and told him everything that had transpired between me, Liam, and Heather. Rivas listened patiently, but he still seethed with anger. “How could he not know ho

The dark moon pack would regret stealing my mate from me and crowning her Luna. It was however, very risky business. Information circulating seemed to point that the Borderlands was a dangerous place to cross. It was why I sent one of my most skilled lieutenant, Cyrus and even then, I had my doubts. The Scavenger wolves who basically ran the borderlands were a vicious pack of unhinged psychos and were not very friendly to outsiders—especially not to crescent wolves. There were also rumors of a deadly and primal pack out in the wilderness that worshipped the Blood moon god and stuck with the old ways. Fucking lunatics.

I promised, as we moved closer to the border. Just as I leapt forward, across the border, I felt Janet pulled from my grasp. I turned and saw the Alpha holding Janet in the air, his claws digging into her throat. “Let her go!” I roared. The Alpha turned his glare at me. “Get back here, you bitch,” he bit out. I hesitated for a moment, as Janet screamed for me to run. I had promised I would not leave her behind. I took a step forward, intending to cross the border when something grabbed me from behind, preventing me from taking that step forward. I screamed in fear, as a man murmured, “I have got you.”.

“What if he’s right? What if our bond is cursed?” Caden’s hand found her face, his touch firm and steady. “He’s wrong. Our bond is ours—not his.” The landscape rippled, unveiling a final vision. Rollan stood at a crossroads, older, his mark glowing faintly. One path stretched toward a burning wasteland, littered with fallen warriors. The other led to a green valley, wolves and humans standing together in peace. At the center, Aria and Caden faced each other, the golden thread between them blazing. Their hands bled, drops of crimson mingling on the ground.

If I wasn’t fast enough to act, he’d gladly take over, and when he did, it wasn’t pretty. The drive was a blur. In minutes, I arrived at the border. Chaos had taken over. The scent of blood and the clash of claws filled the air. My warriors fought ferociously, but the enemy, a pack of towering Lycans…was overwhelming. These weren’t from around here. I stepped out of the car and scanned the battlefield. Amid the chaos, I spotted Cross locked in a brutal fight with a Lycan whose crown glinted under the sunlight. Their leader.

Drogo reasoned. “This is not Carl’s work,” Soren revealed. His voice rose in panic. “Carl uses steel and fire to conquer his enemies. These men were torn apart by bare hands and the tracks left in the mud do not match the royal guard.” “Who crossed the border?” Drogo asked. “My trackers identified the scent,” Soren answered. “She crossed the river an hour ago and she is heading straight for this camp.” A heavy silence swallowed the tent, thick enough to choke on, before Drogo cursed loudly under his breath. I frowned, trying to piece together the fragments of their conversation.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

Their naked, pissed-off, bleeding king with the most precious woman in the realm in my arms and a rabbit howling ancient cusses on my shoulder. The border shimmered. Glowed. Recognized me. And then—parted. Like the sea. Like fate itself. We flew through. I exhaled, my wings pulsing golden light, and finally… finally… I could breathe. Kyla shifted a little in my arms, her brows furrowing. “Did we just… pass the border?” I smiled. “We’re out, love.” She blinked, dazed. “Then why is your hand on my butt?” “…Stabilization technique,” I lied.

And the two men fate kept trying to separate. The forest changed the farther they moved south - thicker, darker, swollen with roots that curled like sleeping creatures. By dawn, Leo and Cris had crossed into the Silent Borderlands, a stretch of land so old and untouched that even kingdoms avoided claiming it. Cris slowed first. “Stop,” he whispered. Leo halted beside him. Their boots had pressed into snow that wasn’t snow - clusters of pale dust that shimmered whenever the wind brushed through. It coated their shoulders, glimmering faintly like the residue of forgotten magic.