Novel & Cerita Borderlands Fanfiction

"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

Alpha Kael glanced down. The corner of his mouth lifted. “You finally noticed,” he said lightly. He leaned closer. “Little cat.” My face burned hotter. I looked away, embarrassed, my heart beating too fast for something that was supposed to be practical. This was just to keep me stable. That was all. That had to be all. x x x The border smelled wrong. Metal. Blood. Burnt earth. The wind cut across the open land, sharp and restless. Somewhere ahead, chains clinked softly.

I've never enjoyed shopping for clothes for obvious reasons, but today I was loving it. We went to so many stores and I bought some clothes, not as risky as Cynthia was pointing out but some that I know Braddock will like. When we returned to the border and seen a moving truck we were surprised. I got out seeing Braddock at the border talking to a beautiful red headed woman. As I approached her words hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut, "I am the fucking Luna and this pup in my womb is yours Brad," her voice screamed.

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.

“I’ve investigated how Glenda and Bryson’s winning on the Dead Border is related to the other packs colluding rebellion with the Rogues.” When he said that, everything I was feeling vanished as I became filled with overwhelming shock and curiosity. The Dead border was the border on the Southern battlefield, which Bryson and Glenda had won before. I dropped the cup of tea and looked at him seriously. I leaned closer to the table and asked, “What did you get?” He pulled a letter or some kind of document from the drawer beside him and pushed it toward me. Nodding at it in a gesture, he told me to open it.

“Form up at the border! Move!”The warriors fanned out, their movements quick and practiced, while Darius led the way, his strides long and sure. I kept pace, my heart racing, Luna stirring inside me, eager for a fight. The border wasn’t far, just past the tree line, where the pack’s territory met the wild. As we ran, I could feel it—something dark, heavy, pressing against my senses.

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.

Heather seemed to realize that I was really angry this time, and she anxiously said, “Are you angry because I faked a wedding with Liam? Don’t worry. I’ll go back and tell everyone that I’m not really married to him. Just don’t hold my mother accountable. “If you don’t believe me, I promise that once my mother’s home, I won’t meet up with Liam again.” Heather spoke so sincerely, but I was already sick of those words. After all, she used this tactic often. Whenever she mentioned cutting ties with Liam, he would just protect her even further and do whatever it took to fulfill her wishes. Naturally, it was the same this time. As if something had triggered him, Liam screeched, “Are you done thro

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.

Rogue attack at the south and east border , Orion and I rush to the balcony to jump , we both shift in mid air . " Len, I'll go to the south border , you go to the east," he says over our mind-link as he lands on Onix’s big paws . ‘ Ok , Orion Yanrah is at the south border shadowing ‘ I say back as Jewel sprints in the other direction . " Ok stay safe my love," he says before shutting off the link . It takes us six minutes to reach the east border , I could feel the excitement coming off Jewel .