Borderlands No Rest For The Wicked Novels & Stories

My fingers were itching to pull the trigger. So I did. But still, I didn’t shoot to kill. The bullet grazed his arm leaving a long line of blood. He winced, clutching at it, then grinned at me. The fucking bastard must be compromised, he must be working for someome. My bullet grazed his arm and I ducked and rolled, expecting him to fire back. He didn't. And not only did Reed trigger-happy Campbell not shoot at me, he turned and ran out of the room clutching his bleeding arm.

When the household was all asleep and inactive, I gathered the little luggage I had and headed towards the crooked gravel path leading to the western borders. The western borders were more at peace compared to the other borders and were not heavily armed with warrior wolves. Although the border led to the dense forests, which were home to brutal rogue wolves, I was ready to take the risk for my happiness. As I approached the western borders, my hopes were dashed by the sudden appearance of a group of warrior wolves. They detected me so fast with their keen senses before I even had the chance to make a run for it. I became paralyzed with fear as they closed in around me, their imposing figure

The Shadow of the Warlord The mechanical hum of the tactical operations table was the only sound inside the Brook manor command room. Outside, a thick, freezing fog rolled off the northern ridges, blanketing the lower valley passes in a layer of absolute white. The immediate border zones were clean. Maximo’s heavy armor teams had already reduced the Covenant’s forward outposts to smoldering ash, and the lower valley was finally breathing. But peace in the werewolf territories was always an illusion. It was merely the quiet space between the strike and the counter-strike.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

I continue running, the borders finally become visible to me and a new hope rises in my chest. Yes Thora! We can do it! It was not a good idea crossing Volkan's borders as rogues were worse than pack wolves but still, this was the only way to loose the ones on my trail right now. And I could do anything for it. They were just a few feets away from me, when I leaps over the fenced borders. "Sh**!" I feel the pointed wires on it slashing past my wolf belly, and I hold in a painful whine. Not stopping.

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.

One location stood out among the coded missives: an abandoned trading post near the southern borderlands. “We’ll start there,” Rayka declared, rolling up the scroll and tucking it into her pack. “If the Order met with Dominion representatives, they would’ve left something behind.” The journey to the borderlands was fraught with tension. Rayka, Sylvester, and a small team of trusted warriors traveled under cover of night, their senses heightened by the constant threat of ambush. Each shadow in the forest seemed to hold a potential enemy, each rustle in the underbrush a prelude to an attack.

Lizzy asked, worry vivid in her tone. Bryssa chuckled sly as she looked at Lizzy and cunningly responded, “We play along. Haven’t we been playing along all this while?” Elowyn chuckled as well, as she looked at Lizzy and added, “we will go to the Borderlands but we will be prepared. I will do my best to find the massacre location as soon as possible and have Bryssa’s men sent there as soon as possible. In fact, I think that having those men wouldn’t be enough. This time they won’t be just human beings. Remember how they brought a werewolf this time. The men would be doomed if there are other supernatural there. So, it will be the best if we recruit other supernatural to help us …..” sharing

I should have killed the smug bastard when I had the chance. Collins stands with the door wide open and a shit eating grin on his face. "Alpha Xzen,” He starts, clearing his throat again to get the laughter out of his system. “I'm sorry to interrupt,” He wasn't we both knew he wasn't. With that stupid glint in his eyes it was obvious he enjoyed this more than any of the silly pranks he's ever pulled on me in the past. “...but...there's a situation at the border. We've got a group of rogue wolves causing trouble." I growl, frustration burning through me. "Can't it wait?" This shouldn't be something Collins and the men can't handle.