Novel & Cerita Borderlands Fanfiction

She dismounted before her horse stopped, her boots sliding on the gravel, and I saw that her sword was drawn, her blade stained with something black that smoked in the evening air. "Luna," she said, her voice cracking. "There is something at the border. Something we have never seen. Something worse than the watchers. Something worse than the king's army." Cassian stepped forward from the great hall doors. His grey eyes were sharp, his hand already on the hilt of the first wolf's blade. He had been on his way to the training yard, but he had felt the scouts' fear through the bond and turned back. "What kind of something?" he asked.

Gonzalo ran to the window, looked down once, and cursed so darkly that even Daciana turned toward him. “What is it?” I asked, already moving toward the door as my wolf sensed danger crossing sacred ground. Gonzalo looked back at us, and the shock on his face told me the border had brought us more than wounded ghosts. “Blackfang riders,” he said, his voice hardening into the voice of war. (Bardolph POV) I crossed the Northridge border with twelve riders, one chained elder, and enough shame to make every mile feel deserved. Farkas rode beside me despite his bruises, refusing a healer until Daciana heard what Lowell had died to reveal.

Valeria POV I got to the borders, and I saw how our warriors were trying to keep Adrain’s men from going deep into the borders, but they were losing. Obviously, a lot of them have entered the borders and have killed my warriors. I saw Carlos and Richard fighting them off. I growled loudly, forcing all the wolves nearby to bend to my command. They all looked at me, bowing their heads slightly. “Everyone, retreat and get into your armour,” I mind link, and they all looked at me, confused.

“Thank you for not ruining my morning.” “Happy to ruin your afternoon instead,” I said, because mouth. She let herself show a fraction of the smile she uses in winter. “Please don’t. There are three supply runs that think they’re forests and a border that thinks it’s a rumor. Eat. Then find me.” “Border?” Lyra said, quick. “East?” “East,” Vivian said. “Too many eyes. Not all of them ours.”