Borderlands Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

As I placed my leg across the white line into the other side of the border, I paused. Alpha Kinn– was I going to see him ever again? My wolf clawed at my insides at the mere thought of him, she whimpered, hurt and pulled back into the corner of my head, with so much force, I felt dizzy. “Shhh Pearl, we’ll be fine– someday,” I sniffed, rushing forward, jumping the border and heading into the outlands. The air shifted almost suddenly, fear oozed in the air and I balled my fist as goose bumps filled my skin. I gulped and dropped my head low, scared I would encounter something else as I pushed ahead.

"The Bloodbound Heir returns." ~~~~~ Alya's heart hammered against her ribs, but her feet were frozen to the spot. The shadows seemed to ripple around the vampire, like a dark cloak wrapping itself around him, making him part of the very air she breathed. He was a vision out of a nightmare, but it was his words that caught her like a vice. The Bloodbound Heir returns. She hadn’t been prepared for that. She didn’t know what he meant, but something in her gut twisted, a sense of destiny—or doom—sinking in like a weight on her chest.

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*

“I'm nobody's tool, you bitch-” “She's my associate,” Samael interrupted. Our 'contract' unfurled in flames. I groaned. “Not that stupid piece of toilet paper.” “It's legitimate, Shannon,” Samael said. “Noor, the Border is fraying. That's why Jakkon escaped. What I feared most has come to pass.” She gave him a righteous gaze. “All because of your shoddy work, Reaper. You're lord of the crossroads and borders.” Her tone grew mocking: “Some say you should have been bound to it as well.”

Still hoping she would stop and come back into my arms. Saying she was sorry. Saying she felt the same way for me. But she doesn't. And as the guards inform me. I break down completely. " Luna has crossed the borders, your Highness." " Should we follow?" With a heavy heart. I speak. Feeling my heart bleed. " No" " Let her go" And just like that the happy world I imagined with her once these wars were over. Crumbled down. .... Scarlett's pov I was running through the dark forest with staggering footsteps and trembling legs. My insides sore and my mind blank.

I had dreamed of the neutral zones, of a life where the scent of cedar and ozone didn't mean fear. But as I looked at Marta, who was cradling her shattered leg among the grain sacks, and at Kaelen, who had taken a bolt to the chest to shield me, I knew the border was a lie. If Sharon Bloodclaw took this valley, there would be no neutral zone safe enough to hide the last true heir of the founding packs.

Yet even aloft, the tension remained. The boundary felt thinner at altitude, the air carrying a resonance that set my dragon’s senses alight. Not a tear. Not yet. But a warning. I landed hard on a distant outcrop, claws biting into stone as memory surfaced—old knowledge passed through blood and fire, not myth but truth. Dragons and fae had come from the same realm. When worlds leaned too close together, crossings became possible. Dangerous. Transformative. And when they pulled apart again, those caught between often vanished.

Shelby loves Daniel and loves to play but right now is not play time. As we approach the border, I feel a little trepidation. Like a sense of déjà vu. As we arrive, we see our warriors in a stand-off with the rogues. The rogues are in no man’s land – the territory that hasn’t been claimed and where they are safe from repercussions. When they cross our border, they are then able to be taken captive or destroyed.