Borderlands Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My husband, Gunther Lane, was strict about his boundaries. I was not allowed to touch him without asking first. The last time I went to a party with his friends, I instinctively took his arm because I felt dizzy after drinking a little. "Let go." Gunther shook me off as though I had electrocuted him, then took a large step back in front of everyone. "I told you not to touch me without permission. Can't you show a little dignity?" I stood frozen with embarrassment while his friends looked at me, clearly amused. In the end, I fled home alone. But last week at the mall, I had seen him walking with Chloe Davies, the new intern. Because she was not used to wearing heels, she twisted her a

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.”.

Cain was crossing something dangerous. And he wasn’t slowing down. Kael turned toward the door, voice low. “Your Alpha is almost here.” He paused. “Let him come.” Cain POV The border burned when I crossed it. Not physically. Not with fire. With rejection. Kael’s land wasn’t like Bloodveil. It didn’t bow to strength. It didn’t recognize dominance. Every step I took felt like pushing through resistance, like the earth itself was trying to push me back. I didn’t stop.

“You're wrong. She hates you, so she was never going to stay. I only pitied her, and gave her a hand.” Brooks started to say something more, then realized he had to move faster to find me. He stumbled out the door, and when he spotted the Beta he shouted, “The Border— go, now. The Borderlands, anywhere else, I don't care. Bring her back to me. And if this turns out to be tied to this bitch, exile her, throw her out.” At his words, the old Luna threw back her head and laughed like she'd lost her mind, past caring what became of her.

A system remembering an old hand that no longer fits the lock quite right. “Bjorn built a bridge,” he says. Anja’s head turns sharply toward him. “No,” she says. Kasper doesn’t even look at her. “You can call it whatever you want. Lock. System. Architecture. I don’t care.” His eyes find Elias and me. “It was always meant to stabilize the crossing between worlds.” A creature near the forest tilts its head at that word. Crossing. Not prison. Not release. Crossing. Every instinct in my body goes cold.

Gonzalo ran to the window, looked down once, and cursed so darkly that even Daciana turned toward him. “What is it?” I asked, already moving toward the door as my wolf sensed danger crossing sacred ground. Gonzalo looked back at us, and the shock on his face told me the border had brought us more than wounded ghosts. “Blackfang riders,” he said, his voice hardening into the voice of war. (Bardolph POV) I crossed the Northridge border with twelve riders, one chained elder, and enough shame to make every mile feel deserved. Farkas rode beside me despite his bruises, refusing a healer until Daciana heard what Lowell had died to reveal.

My beta asks pacing the border. “She told me she is a healer. Not like the kind of healers I have ever seen, though.” “She absorbed your pain. Healers don’t do that shit.” “Not usually, no. They feel the pain, but take it away? Heal it completely? That’s new.” “And why did the curse activate when she crossed over?” “Bridger!” I growl, “I don’t know! Okay? I don’t fucking know! What more do you want from me?”

My wolf howled in frustration, warriors at the border mindlinked me, “Alpha, we could smell a Rogue along the border, desperate to cross it.” “Don’t touch her, it’s Stacy if she wants to leave the border don’t let her cross the border, you should hold her down, the beta and I are on our way,” I said ending the mindlink while we ran towards the border, I could feel beta Richford rage, his wolf was howling in pain as he kept running when we get to the border, my eyes search the area, this was the border that the warriors contacted me. One of the warriors rushes to me, “Where is her?”

He would choke on his own cruelty before I was done with him. I did not cover myself. I did not care who saw me. I moved further until the lands started becoming more familiar, until I knew the borders had been crossed. I was no longer on Bren’s land. I had walked into the dark, the territory of Nightbourne. The devil Alpha. The beast of the borders. The one they whispered about in fireside tales, whose claws had shredded entire packs, whose hunger was never sated. And yet, I went willingly. __________ I crossed the border.

My blood pulled hard enough that I gasped. Ronan’s hand tightened around mine. “I have you,” Ronan assured me. The wound hummed around us. For a second, I felt both worlds at once. Edenwood behind me, full of death and cold grief. Ashvale before me, hot and vast and hungry. My wolf recoiled. My dragon lifted. My heart beat between them, terrified and determined. Then the crossing released me. I stepped fully into the Outlands with Ronan beside me. Behind us, Keiran and Astrid followed. Ahead, Spiro waited in the ash. And the world beyond the barrier opened its teeth.