Borderlands Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

It seems that the corridor collapse had destroyed Salazar's magic on the exit to the forest and now it will be always open. Hilda, seeing that the tunnel was now open, exits first. Selena looks at Erik and he gives a nod with his head, encouraging her. She nods back and turns, running after the basilisk. Erik watches his first wife running and turns to his other wives, Joan and Leona. "Let's go girls."

Emma also appeared at that moment, her eyes red as she accused me, "Claire, I could overlook it when you plagiarized my designs for your previous assignments… "But this graduation project, the 'Wild Roses' series, is something I created specifically for Victor's birthday. He even helped me with the revisions. How can you still claim you didn't plagiarize it?" All the cameras turned toward Victor in an instant as the reporters waited for his response. I looked at him too. Victor avoided my gaze and said to the reporters, "The 'Wild Roses' design is indeed Emma's creation. When we studied together late at night, I watched her draw the blueprints with my own eyes."

“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.”

Chapter 51: Wandering Luna POV: Ariana The borderlands were no place for the faint of heart. They stretched beyond the safety of pack borders, beyond the watchful eyes of humans who traded loyalty for gold. Dust rose like smoke from the dry earth, tangled with the scent of rain-soaked soil, carrion, and wild musk. Wolves moved in the shadows, cautious, wary of humans and rogue packs that stalked them. I walked among them unseen, a ghost in the wind, a whisper in the night.

She had not stopped trembling since she felt the child was listening to something inside the seals. And Dax believed her when she told him. He had long learned never to doubt her instincts. He couldn’t afford to doubt her. Not when the world always kept proving her right. Ahead of them, the borderlands sat like a scar across the surface of the earth. Sharp-edged hills rose ahead, divided by glowing fractures where reality couldn’t heal properly. The air grew thin and heavy with magic that could cut the skin. Wolves slowed as they got closer to the outer edge.

I saw the huge sign with warnings, one standing out the most– DO NOT CROSS THE BOUNDARY WITHOUT PERMISSION. Yet I had every intention of crossing but before I did, I looked back at the path I had been walking. There was no one in sight but that didn't stop me from muttering, “I, Aurelia, daughter of my dead mother, reject you, Alpha Raiden Flockhart of the Dark Moon Pack as my mate and Alpha.” As those words left my mouth, traveling with the air, I crossed the boundary with a sad smile and a dead heart… unaware of the dangers that lay ahead in my lonely journey.

Cole looked back and gave Salen one last worried look before they disappeared into the darkness. Celus' POV Celus lay on his back in bed and stared up at the ceiling, the feeling of sleep completely gone. An uneasy feeling caused Celus to sit up just as Brady stormed into his bedroom. "Rogues have crossed over our Southern border. The warriors have them surrounded, so we have to hurry." Celus jumped out of his bed and ran after Brady towards their border, shifting mid-stride. His large, black wolf towered over Brady's large silver wolf.

I have everything I need—now it’s time to attack. Following Asher’s path, I slip out of the castle. I know Reid will take it better from Asher, so I let him handle that while I head toward the border. My mate has kept me informed, but I need to see it for myself. Is it dangerous? Probably. But I’m not the same person Braden knew. I’m no longer weak. Besides, I have no intention of crossing the border. I just need to see. Are these just rogues… or is there an army waiting for their commander?

But now that it was understood, I had to confront the nightmare that would be my reality. “Don’t call me that.” “You’re right,” he said. “It’s not original—I shall think of something better. Perhaps Andronika Onehand. Or Andronika Axethief. Or Andronika ScorchedPalm. Moonlit shadow pack emerged in the distance, but everything was fuzzy, the buildings blending into one another in a hideous smear. “I don’t like you.” “Good. You shouldn’t.” His grip tightened around my waist as he urged the horse into a gallop.

If there’s one soul in the world who would relish the chance to bring Alpha Wilson to his knees, it’s Cortis. But she knows that dealing with Cortis is akin to bargaining with the devil himself. He is not known for his mercy, and she will need more than just her wit to survive his wrath. Yet, the alternative is too grim to contemplate. Charmaine steels herself as she nears the southern border, crossing over into the uncharted wilds of the A****n. There is no turning back now.