Borderlands Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

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.

Anything to get away from there. The border appeared before me—ancient markers separating the Land of the Nightshade from the neutral zone. My instincts screamed at me to stop; Crossing without permission was forbidden; villains lurked in those woods. I went across anyway. ...

"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.

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.”

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.

"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

Through the bond, he felt her experiencing the same thing—felt her senses expanding, felt her awareness of him growing until he was as much a part of her as her own heartbeat. They were becoming *one*. Not losing themselves—Kael could still feel where he ended and she began, could still sense the boundary between them. But that boundary was permeable now, transparent, allowing emotions and thoughts and sensations to flow freely back and forth. *This is forever,* the bond seemed to whisper. *This is permanent. This is FATE.* The fire reached its peak—and transformed. Heat became ice. Gold became silver. Fire became water, became wind, became earth, became all elements and none, cycling throug

Hell, even letting her run patrols in general made me feel horrible. I pulled off my clothes and shifted, running north. The pull to her was easy to follow. Though, now she was a little more northeast than she had been. Bounding through the fields into the woods, I followed her where the bond took me. Slowing near the border, I could tell she wasn’t too far. ‘Dallas, I’m going over the border for a little.’ ‘Sure, Alpha.’

Even the guards who went after her never came back. Knowing this entire realm from beginning to end, it was obvious where she might have run to. The Borderlands, a no man’s land. And if those hefty, well-trained men couldn’t make it out, what were the possibilities of Thalia ever making it out? The thoughts of her being devoured or taken prisoner by some sickos kept playing in my head. It was a terrible thing to imagine, but those thoughts were what kept me from giving up when it felt like I was abandoned in this cage.