Borderlands Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

"We can't outrun them." "No. But I can hold them." Bastian's hand cupped my jaw. "Get them to the border. I'll catch up." I grabbed his arm. "You'd better. I didn't survive the Frostborn to lose you to a swamp." Bastian's mouth curved. "I didn't survive ten years of rogue territory to die in a marsh. Go. I'll see you at the border." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then he was gone. A shadow moving toward the torches. The bond web sang with his ferocity, and I held onto it like a lifeline.

My attention has mainly been on my mates, studying their faces, facial expressions, tones of voice on different topic matters, and their nonverbal cues. Each of them is so fascinating to me. As my mind begins to drift more into fantasizing about them, Jackson brings up a security concern. “Alpha, we had a breach last night on the southwest border, near King Sam’s lands and ours.” “What type of breach?” Max asks with a concerned expression. “Several rogues and a mage were seen trying to mess with the wards. When they saw our warriors running towards them, the mage drew a portal and they disappeared.” Jackson said. My mind thought immediately of the strange figure that followed us here. “Do yo

Chapter Sixty One POV: Sera Ashwood The first tear closed under my hands like a wound sealing and I stood in the middle of the borderlands with my wolf fully forward and my chest heaving and thought, I can do this, I can actually do this, and then I turned northwest because the second tear was pulling at me the way the first one had pulled and it was bigger and I could feel the difference in the pull the way you feel the difference between a stream and a river when you are standing in both.

The sun was setting. "I’m going to the border," I said. "Are you coming?" "No, I can't. The rashes are showing now," she said, pulling up her sleeve to show me the red blotches. Her allergies. If I told her Dexter was waiting at the border, she’d come, rash or no rash. But I didn’t push it. I just said goodbye and left. My pack, Grimhowl, is one of four in Craig Woods. We occupy the southern territory. Our neighboring packs are Emberfang, Dreadmoon, and Valeblood. We share a border with Valeblood, a river dividing the two lands.

"Anyone want to explain how exactly we became blood-bonded mates while committing treason?" "Long story," I mumbled. "Involves dying." "Why does everything with you involve dying?" "Bad luck. Cosmic trials. Poor life choices." Prince Darius pulled out a small compass from his jacket. "The Borderlands are three days hard travel northeast. We have no supplies, no allies, and a kingdom hunting us." "We also have something the Void Emperor did not anticipate," Rhett added. "We have each other. Five people who should not be bonded, allied before we were supposed to meet, committed to destroying his plans."

There must be some sort of explanations that I wasn’t aware about. With that, I reached out the other envelopes and read each letter one by one. * I sensed him outside the border during a sleepover and I secretly went there* * I was meeting him secretly in the forest under the guise of sleepovers* * Everything was perfect and so magical like a dream come true, Selena* * My mate killed that border warrior after deceiving him to enter the pack with other rogues* * On our birthday, I wanted to introduce you to him and asked you to wait at the border first*

"What happened to you?" I looked at myself consciously. I looked like I had just survived a train wreck. Thorns and leaves hung around my hair, my dress was torn and I had scratched lining my arms and knees. My face was also bruised from the hit by one of the men. But I shrugged and said, "I got lost. Alpha Ezra found me and brought me back." "Oh, sweet child, we should have told you about how dangerous our borders are. The borderlands are inhabited by very dangerous wolves. " Luna Amelia said.

I asked. “I’m a border guard at the moment,” he said. Beside me, I felt Alexander stiffen slightly. The Oak Pack’s territory was to the north of Alexander’s, and one of three territories that directly bordered the Roguelands. Being a border guard there was an incredibly dangerous job. “That’s impressive,” Alexander said, his voice serious now. “Thank you for your work.” Carlos shifted uncomfortably, mumbling a response I couldn’t quite catch. “He gets nervous when you praise him,” Fiona said with a fond smile, nudging him playfully.

Gore nipped at her jawline. Harlow ran her tongue over his nipple. Gore cupped Harlow's ass, lifting her up, then placed her on his desk. "I couldn't have asked for a better mate." He ripped her favourite blouse off. "Hey," she protested. "I can always buy you more." His lips found hers, kissing her hard and deep. Gore growled, backing away from Harlow "What!?" He barked out at the man at the door. "Sorry to interrupt Alpha, but something has happened. There is an attack at the border. Vampires."