Novel & Cerita Borderlands Crossover Fanfiction

Her voice was gentle but firm as she grasped my wrist with her fingers and gently pulled up, encouraging me to let go. Callie reluctantly leaned back, and I finally relented and followed her. I was covered in blood, my hands, my chest, and my arms were all stained with the bright red of Beatrice’s blood. I could see blood on Callie’s shirt, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from staring at the stains, the beauty of the shape mesmerizing me. The red blood had been in Beatrice’s veins not just twenty minutes ago and now it was painted across Callie’s chest, a Rorschach test for me to figure out the mysteries in my mind.

He pleased earnestly. "Miss Bryan, I'm Arlene Bryan!" I hollered in frustration. "Oh, I'm really sorry. Please, don't let us lose our jobs." He attempted to hold my arm again but I immediately yanked my hand away and pointed my finger to the short man. "Don't you dare touch me." I threatened, "Tell my mother that I'm going out to a place that's very important so she such stop being such an annoying d**k" I angrily stormed out of the compound and walked to Swan's Atelier.

Someone that too easily crossed borders. She had chosen the Hellwooder and it looked like she was finally happy. She didn’t have doubts. If she would have had doubts, she would have contacted. Would have crossed the border. She was happy. Squirrel was happy. And I was happy for her. Strangely. THE END

“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.”

Rogue attack at the south and east border , Orion and I rush to the balcony to jump , we both shift in mid air . " Len, I'll go to the south border , you go to the east," he says over our mind-link as he lands on Onix’s big paws . ‘ Ok , Orion Yanrah is at the south border shadowing ‘ I say back as Jewel sprints in the other direction . " Ok stay safe my love," he says before shutting off the link . It takes us six minutes to reach the east border , I could feel the excitement coming off Jewel .

“If this is another Everley incident, I’m going to be annoyed. They keep pushing wildblood witches through the admissions pipeline and pretending it’s innovation.” I didn’t answer her. My focus stayed on the southern boundary. Arx would move if it were serious. And sure enough, minutes later, the reports came through. Dorian’s voice reached me first, relayed through Evelina’s blood-cast whisper. “A girl crossed the boundary. No House mark. No escort. Human, as far as anyone can tell.” “A flare that magnitude doesn’t come from a lost hedge witch,” I said. Cassia leaned against the bookshelf, feigning disinterest. “Then maybe a warlock’s bastard with a buried pact. Could explain the rupture.”

I sighed as I got to the border between Crescent Hills Tribe and another tribe. The land hasn't been claimed yet, so I would be loitering if I was found here. I heaved a sigh, staring at the border. I place my first leg out, summoning the courage before taking my whole body out of the border. Furthermore, I could feel a surge of energy die down as soon as I had crossed the border. “I'm free,” I jubilate, walking off like the free woman that I am, my platinum blonde hair bouncing due to my hyperactiveness.

Maybe in a twisted way, she actually did make him a better person. The reason he felt close to Anita was because he saw such a child in her. Someone who may or may not have gone through same as him. That was why he was somewhat worried about her, while he knew not to get close to anyone in there. Slowly the background began to fade. The door, the old Tv, the couch and the kitchen, until all that was left was complete white, except for his mother and the young him. Slowly they too begun to fade until there was nothing left. Anderson jolted awake, throwing fits of cough while looking around. He was back at the dirt crossroads with the familiar annoying face smiling back at him. “Welcome back.”

Thalia’s POV The Cursed Borderlands was no place for a powerless nobody like me. With every step I took, the trees seemed to growl and howl, as if they could smell my fear. I couldn't stop thinking about Caspian. Was he able to escape? Who was I kidding? No one escapes Adonis' wrath. Guilt twisted in my gut knowing I had left him for dead like the weakling I was. Oh Goddess, please help him. I shook my head, forcing the thoughts of Caspian away. I needed to survive first. So, I kept running. Even when the voices and footsteps behind me faded into silence, I didn’t stop.

My ceremonial dress was already stained with dirt, the white fabric mocking me with what I had lost before I’d ever been allowed to claim it. At the edge of the clearing, two guards stopped. “This is far enough,” one of them said. “You’ll cross the border alone.” I nodded. No goodbye. No apology. No acknowledgment that I had once belonged here. I stepped past them and into the forest. The pack border hummed faintly as I crossed it—a warning ripple against my skin, as if the land itself was rejecting me too. The moment I was through, the bond flared violently, stealing my breath. I cried out, collapsing against a tree as the pain spiked, my vision going white.