Borderlands Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

, he pleaded internally, as his mother's silence continued to shovel out a large pit of guilt at the center of his heart—he dare not use his mindlink. It was very unusual of her— he definitely crossed the line this time. Not even a word of sarcasm escaped her mouth. It was hopeless to envisage a successful marriage with his compulsory mate. He retained a blank stare at the windscreen, waiting for the next bout of misery that awaited his ceremonial arrival. They crossed the warphole and approached the borders of the region. A large number of armoured vehicles and uniformed men, ranging from Chief Hunters to skilled gamma stormed the borders. They rushed towards their vehicle as though expecti

"Yeah. Had to take the longer route, Ryder. Roads been blocked by the other troupe." The man named Ryder smirked. "Sneaky little bastards." He looked at me and I held my breath. Seriously, was it what people said late blooming? God I hope not because it would be embarrassing to blush in front of this cutie. "You got company, huh?" Ryder added, examining me. I wished I looked decent. Damn it. Why didn't Uncle George inform me that we'd be welcomed by a bunch of hotties? Not that I ever cared about guys this much. I actually got surprised that I was attracted to the opposite sex all of a sudden. What kind of magic did this place do to my body? Did someone sprinkle some fairy dust on me while I

I add. Beta Reid mind-links me assuring me the borders are secure. The changes we made earlier have cut off the attacks and helped us remove the threats. After Boyd’s threat, we call through our mind-link that all available warriors join their respective border patrol immediately. Suddenly twenty warriors left the room, heading to the borders for additional support. Just in case Boyd’s threat was beyond what we had planned for.

They crossed the Bloodmoon border at sunrise, twelve warriors, Xavier and Aria moving fast through mountain terrain that was increasingly unfamiliar, increasingly hostile. Aria ran alongside the warriors and felt, for the first time since she’d crossed this border months ago with her medical records and her desperate plan and her son’s hand in hers, completely clear. No more politics. No more careful navigation of pack hierarchies and Council dynamics and ancient wounds. Just this. Just forward. Just her son at the end of whatever came next. The eastern ridge appeared through the trees, cold and grey in the morning light. Beyond it, somewhere in Crimson Wolf territory, Liam was asking questi

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.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

Lana's POV The border dissolves beneath my feet. Not literally, the wards are still there, still humming with ancient power designed to keep intruders out. But they don't stop me. They can't. The Fox power flowing through my veins doesn't recognize their authority, doesn't submit to their restrictions. It simply... passes through. Like light through glass. Like truth through lies. One moment I'm standing on the human side of the boundary, Maison and Kaelia behind me, their faces tight with concern and determination. The next, I'm on Lancaster territory. Alone. Walking toward Thornwood.

Because it's true I look down at my hands, they're shaking, not from fear but the amount of restraint and power I'm holding back. My claws tear into my palms, my eyes gaze at the piece of cloth in my arm, the scent is fading, almost gone. If it disappears, I pray I disappear with it. Dax clears his throat carefully. “There's a Tier- one facility on the border.” he continues. “It's called the sanctuary.” “They have reinforced isolation suites,” he continues. “Titanium and silver walls, soundproofed and no omega unless requested.” I close my eyes, Finn says. “Just a place to weather the storm.” I close my eyes, breathing hard, body trembling, I need to leave now. “Prepare the transport.”

I walked away and buried the bond, buried her, and became everything the realm needed me to be. I learnt to live with the pain, and I thought she was happy somewhere else now. I had managed to rewrite our fates. Now she’s here. The bond is real, alive and I’ve done the one thing I swore I never would— I bound us together. I married her. I leave my room to the war room, I sit in the war room long after the others have gone. The fire burns low, shadows curling up the walls. I don’t feel the warmth.

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”