Chishiya Alice In Borderland Novels & Stories

His intentions were as clear as day; he was goin to get his granddaughter and escape from this cursed place that had been camouflaged as a place of hope. Alice swung her katana which was glowing a dim red at a man that looked about three times her age. He dodged and dropped a talisman on the ground. Alice quickly retreated in a bid to avoid whatever havoc the talisman was going to cause. She waited even as she retreated for five seconds. The man threw shurikens at her from the other side if the talisman. Alice dodged and ducked under the shurikens. She parried one that she was unable to move in time to dodge. She noticed that the talisman was inactive.

The cursed wolf rested in love. The light rested in love. Love was the quiet. And it settled. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor rested in love. The garden rested in love. The light rested in love. The love was the quiet. And it settled. For the fleeting. For the boundless. For the interval. The story was not finished. It rested. Every evening. In every softening. In every presence. The cursed wolf rested in love.

But she would not be discarded. That night, when the moon was a jagged crescent above the hills, Alissa stole away. Her steps were silent, her cloak drawn tight as she slipped through the border wards. The wolves didn’t notice. They never noticed her. But the witches did. Lenora stood waiting at the edge of the barrier, a satisfied gleam in her eye. “I thought you might come,” she said, arms open like a mother greeting a prodigal daughter. “I’m tired of being nothing,” Alissa whispered. “I want power.”

She looks older, her hair has been dyed, and honestly, I wonder if a little bit of plastic surgery was used on her because the shape of her face is slightly different than it was in this photo. But I’m sure, this is Aurora… or I guess her real name is Alita. Alita Joy Thorne. I wait for Lorenzo, I need to show him this, but I don’t want her to see me. Not yet. I can hear someone walking down the stairs and I look up to see Sofia. She smiles at me and asks, “Any luck yet?” I nod, “Yes, actually… So, we received an email from the previous Alpha of the Scarlet Pack in North America.”

Suddenly a large hand with long, slender fingers reached down to her and a gruff voice spoke to her, "Get up. Now!" With only a brief moment of hesitation, she grabbed his hand and he unceremoniously hauled her out of the water and onto the riverbank where she landed on all fours, just barely stopping herself from collapsing to the ground. By now, the other wolves had crossed the river and stood around her, forming a barrier that prevented her from escaping as the alpha came to stand behind her. She was crouched on the ground, her clothes soaking wet and sticking to her body as the cold air combined with the icy water permeated every part of her. The alpha roughly pulled her to her feet and

Miwa's POV~ My eyes fluttered open and I lifted a hand to my face sleepily, rubbing my tired eyes. "Oh how cute!" A voice cooed, so alarmingly close to my ears. "HOLY FUCK!!!" I screamed in shock, tumbling off the bed and landing in an embarrassing heap on the carpeted floor. The mystery person burst into boisterous laughter even as my door was slammed open and Alpha and Wren rushed to my aid. "What the hell happened here?!" Wren asked the mystery guy, while Alpha glared murderously at him.

Alice turns on her back, hatchet in hand as the woman jumps on top of her. They fight with each other, each of them trying to kill with hatchets in hand. Fenrir slips and falls off a tree branch while trying to catch up with them. He lands on his side, his body almost completely covered in snow. Both of the women's attention turn to the sound of Fenrir falling. Alice takes this opportunity to free her arm from the woman's hand and plunges her hatchet into the woman's neck. She falls off Alice after her body immediately goes limp. Fighting for survival, but the woman's injuries are almost immediately fatal.

They barely scratched each other. Shit. He cursed when he failed to sink his claws on his body. Instead, the other wolf managed to bite his arm. That’s not good. He quickly retaliated with a bite of his own. Maybe it was a good thing. He sank his fangs around the shoulder. They scuffled around for a while more before Alice showed up. She didn’t realize she’d gone this far out. She was breathing heavily, though. She’s already tired and has sustained quite a number of minor wounds.

“You’re not welcome here!” “Don’t be in such a hurry to chase us out,” said Alice softly before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a single white chrysanthemum flower. Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly at this, and Yuri knew enough of flower arrangements and flower language to know that white chrysanthemums are usually flower offerings made to the dead. “You’re indeed growing into a beauty just like your mother.” Alice reached out with a thin hand decorated with rings and bracelets, the white chrysanthemum flower in her hand, towards Yuri. Hitomi slapped Alice’s hand away immediately, and the flower fell to the ground, before pulling Yuri away from Alice and pushing Yuri behind herself.

"I didn't know the Goddess would answer a broken bond with *this*. No one has witnessed a curse like this in three generations, Damien. Not one." "Then you had better hope," I said, closing my eyes against another black wave crawling up my throat, "that I find a way to survive long enough to fix whatever mistake you've made." --- **Dara's POV** Chidi's cousin kept a cabin two hours past the border, small and half-forgotten, tucked so deep into forest that didn't belong to any pack's official territory that even the moonlight seemed to lose interest before it reached the door. We arrived just before dawn, my legs finally giving out the instant the door shut behind us, folding me down onto the