Borderlands Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"If what I am thinking what you are doing is what it is, then I think you missed some parts of the border. You missed a few places. Let me show you." I bent closer to her side from behind and asked for the pen. She did not say anything to make any moves, so I took it slowly from her fingers, and she did not try to hold back. I leaned in closer and drew circles on a few spots on the scroll. "The central is extended to this point, therefore we have a check here," I said as I wrote. "More extensions were made towards Nightwalker pack which we share a part of the border with and we made some discoveries that there are more lands at the outskirts of the town, and we have taken over all those area

Maybe they saw the mark blooming over my heart when the bond ignited—a silver crescent moon etched into my skin like a drawing. Perhaps the whispers were already spreading; that the bond was fake, that maybe I had used evil magic to trigger it, or that the Goddess had made a mistake. That a lowly girl like me, without a wolf, couldn’t be chosen by someone like him; their almighty Alpha “Keep moving, girl,” the border guard yelled, interrupting my thoughts as I hesitated at the edge of Blue Crest territory. I turned back one last time. Castillo’s black fortress sparkled against the pale blue dawn. The banners still waved from the towers. Gold and Green.

Reya’s POV The Bleak Border The mouth of the Wastelands yawned like an open wound against the horizon. No landmarks—no trees, no rivers, just endless gray dust and drifting embers. I inhaled the smoldering air, tasting ash on my tongue. It clung to my skin, to my blood, like a curse I welcomed. “No backup,” I whispered. My breath trembled in my throat, but I stepped forward anyway. Alpha Tristan’s voice still lingered: If I die, finish this—for them.

And the two men fate kept trying to separate. The forest changed the farther they moved south - thicker, darker, swollen with roots that curled like sleeping creatures. By dawn, Leo and Cris had crossed into the Silent Borderlands, a stretch of land so old and untouched that even kingdoms avoided claiming it. Cris slowed first. “Stop,” he whispered. Leo halted beside him. Their boots had pressed into snow that wasn’t snow - clusters of pale dust that shimmered whenever the wind brushed through. It coated their shoulders, glimmering faintly like the residue of forgotten magic.

__________ I crossed the border. They used to call it No Man’s Land in jest. But up close, this didn't look like a joke. This was the territory of Hozrik Nightbourne, the reaper alpha and the ghost in every fireside tale told to frighten pups. The air was colder here, much colder than back home. I stood where the old border fence had once been. A cloak hung loosely on one of the tree branches close to where I stood, it was weather-worn and forgotten. I grabbed it without hesitation, flinging it over my shoulders to cover my nakedness.

Then the second she walked past, the whispers started again. "Did you hear what happened at the southern border?" a young girl whispered by the flower shop. "I heard Alpha Damian jumped in front of a rogue to protect her," her friend whispered back. "He got hurt for her! And she’s not even his Luna!" "They say he hasn’t left her side since she came from Blackwood. Do you think they were meeting in secret before the divorce?" "It has to be! Why else would Shadow Fang spend so much guarding our borders? They’re definitely together."

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.

The baby was quiet, a tiny spark of warmth that kept her heart beating through the exhaustion. We're almost there, she whispered, her voice cracking. Just a little farther. She looked up through the dripping canopy. Ahead of her, the trees began to thin, giving way to a jagged, rocky gorge that marked the absolute boundary of Blackridge territory. Beyond that gorge lay the Neutral Borderlands, a lawless, rugged expanse that belonged to no single pack. It was a place populated by rogues, outcasts, and those who wished to disappear from the strict, suffocating laws of the High Council.

I almost want to grab her back and claw his eyes out but know it’s not my place. “If I see any of you close to the border again – I will end you!” I growl through gritted teeth. I look over at the frightened girl, her eyes holding nothing but fear. With a wink I run away. What the hell is going on with me!?

I asked. “I’m a border guard at the moment,” he said. Beside me, I felt Alexander stiffen slightly. The Oak Pack’s territory was to the north of Alexander’s, and one of three territories that directly bordered the Roguelands. Being a border guard there was an incredibly dangerous job. “That’s impressive,” Alexander said, his voice serious now. “Thank you for your work.” Carlos shifted uncomfortably, mumbling a response I couldn’t quite catch. “He gets nervous when you praise him,” Fiona said with a fond smile, nudging him playfully.