Borderlands No Rest For The Wicked Novels & Stories

The silence from the other end of the bond was a new form of torture. My meeting with the High Council the next morning was a masterclass in political theater and veiled threats. I sat at the vast, crescent-shaped table, the other Alphas and Elders a sea of wary, calculating faces. "The rogue activity in the borderlands is becoming untenable, Blackthorn!" Rumbled Alpha Goran of the Stonefang pack, a bear of a man with a perpetual scowl. "Your patrols seem… ineffective." "My patrols are containing the threat as it exists." I replied, my voice level. "The attacks are not the work of ordinary rogues. The wolves are… corrupted. Magically."

” something is going on outside the borders," he says ” Where are you? ” I mind linking back ” At the south borders” I cut the mindlink and quickly get out of my dress and we shift. Running for the borders I se Jacob standing with five of my warriors. Zoey is one of them. When I reach them I shift back and they hand me a shirt and shorts. ” What’s the problem?” I ask ”There have been several wolves running around outside the borders” Jacob answers I look in the direction he is pointing and soon I se four wolves coming out in the clearing. I walk closer to them inside the barrier where they can’t se me. Sniffing in the air I can soon rule out that they are not rogues.

Rendall asked and looked at my whole body trying to look for wounds or scratches, he sighed when he found nothing. “I am f-fine,” I replied. It’s like when I saw my mother lying on the ground, I cannot do anything aside. “A-are you not afraid of them?” I genuinely asked, we’re at the same age but he acts as he can kill a werewolf. “Why would I? I was trained to kill one.” He picked up the branches I dropped on the ground and motioned me to walk with him. On our way home we saw Finn and Polo at the porch, with tobacco on their mouths. When they saw us coming, they immediately threw the tobacco and used their hands as a fan to remove the smoke.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

The wolf roared angrily at Linda, thrust its claws into her chest and growled menacingly, baring its sharp teeth. “Enough, stop!” snapped Aryadi, in an instant he turned into a black wolf and pounced back at the red wolf. Linda got up again with black blood seeping between the fronts of her clothes. As she was about to attack for the umpteenth time, the remaining witches finally stopped the vampire woman's actions with magic like a few minutes ago, as well as wolf-shifter Aryadi. Rokan Allegro took a deep breath, pushing out the wood and marble shards on his back with his strength until they fell. “Take them both to the prison ward,” he muttered, enduring the pain in his body.

As we are wrapping up, Alex pops into our mind-link letting us know there are six rogues at the western border. Jumping up and running out the door, Rick and I shift as we go. As we approach the border, we can hear the fighting taking place. It’s a vicious attack and two of our warriors are down. Jumping into the fray, I take on the bigger rogue as Rick takes the next biggest. We are fighting with each rogue. They are stronger and more adept than we usually experience with wolves. We are still able to neutralize them, while saving one to question.

The dark moon pack would regret stealing my mate from me and crowning her Luna. It was however, very risky business. Information circulating seemed to point that the Borderlands was a dangerous place to cross. It was why I sent one of my most skilled lieutenant, Cyrus and even then, I had my doubts. The Scavenger wolves who basically ran the borderlands were a vicious pack of unhinged psychos and were not very friendly to outsiders—especially not to crescent wolves. There were also rumors of a deadly and primal pack out in the wilderness that worshipped the Blood moon god and stuck with the old ways. Fucking lunatics.

She nods waving me off as I take off frustrated that I had almost learned her big secret. As I run toward the eastern border, I hear that there are half a dozen rogues fighting our warriors. We only have two warriors on the border patrol, with a couple more rotating between the various borders. Wendy is one of the warriors on the eastern border having just gotten out of her cell time. As I come upon the scene, I see two rogues attacking each warrior. I could feel the others close but not close enough.

*Starblood Borderlands – Dusk* The air smelled of smoke before anyone saw the flames. Aiden rumbled restlessly inside Ryder’s chest as the wind shifted, carrying the acrid sting of burning pine. Somewhere beyond the ridges, Silver Fang was moving again—bolder now, testing the cracks Alpha Thorne had warned them about.

I said. "All bark and no bite," he said, mocking me. "You should have erased me completely when you could." He continued sounding boastful. My eyes turned red and I was about to turn into my wolf when I saw he was not moved or shaken by me. "Oh stop please stop. Keep your granny panties on , you can't do anything to me hybrid '' he said turning to go but before he left he flashed me a smile and it was coated with pure evil. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" I asked , disturbed by this individual.