Foreigner On The Periphery Novels & Stories

At that, I turn to Ares, “Does this happen often? Civilian humans crossing your borders?” “Well, just as your father’s territories cover the whole of states, so does our territory, so obviously there are human settlements everywhere in our territory, but we have always kept our compound borders enclosed, guarded, and gated to prevent any humans from gaining access to our centralized living areas,” He explains with a pause before continuing, “We see the occasional backpacker from time-to-time, and media crews haven’t attempted to jump the fences for photos and footage in years. This is a bit odd that we are seeing both occur simultaneously.”

The richest among them live in Centro-central. In comparison, Eden Inner are the workers who serve and work in the Central city. They were the working class of Eden. Then, there was also another part of Eden that was seldom talked about. Outer Eden was a place for people frequented by tugs and undocumented visitors who overstayed or committed a crime but had no means to stay or return to their hometown.

"He thinks he will have some advantage in behaving this way. And we didn't receive it to play the nannies. If he wants to make things difficult, we'll do it. The important thing is that you keep an eye on him and report it to us if you notice something strange. Just don't let him bother you. Man is good at annoying others.” "Stop saying that I refuse to speak," said the foreigner, in a heavy accent, whose voice was thick and harsh. "I just refuse to get into your games. I know what I'm doing here. I'm not a no-brainer. I have a study. I worked in your country for years. And I lived in the United States longer than here. Don't treat me like an illiterate foreigner. I'm much better than you on

Seraphina's POV: I didn't know much about the Outskirts. Only that it was home to the outcasts. Shifters with no pack or clan. Unaligned fae. Refugees also would flee to the Outskirts to evade war. William's doing. His bloodthirst extended across the entire continent, leaving the Outskirts the only place untouched by it. The border wasn't what I imagined it would look like. No gates or walls or border soldiers. Open. Only partially hidden by a thicket of woods. Trees that seemed to touch the sky with grand sprawling branches, reminded me of the trees back home.

No one thought it absurd for a rat to be at the table, nor did they see anything wrong with me being exiled to that distant corner. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and wordlessly dragged my chair back to the cold, shadowy edge. At the table, the discussion ranged from the company Fabio had just acquired, Luca's plan to win gold at next month's competition abroad, and Francesca's upcoming fan meet-and-greet, to some secrets of the underworld. No one spared me a glance. In front of me was a plate of cold, hard spaghetti. The nearest dish was well beyond my reach. I turned my head and looked pleadingly at the household staff standing by in attendance, signaling her with my eyes to help

Mom started pointing fingers and scolding me as if she finally found a way to attack me. She continued, "We're just asking for a room change, it's not like we're not bringing you along. And yet, you're saying such things—you really disappoint me, Heidi. "Back then, Madie chose to go abroad just to let you experience a complete family. Even after she came back, she was worried you'd mind, so she dared not come back home and rented a place herself. But now, you're even refusing her a room? How could you be so selfish?"

His skin was tanned, as if he spent most of his time outside – killing territory passers – and he had a light stubble lining that perfect jaw. “Name’s Chase, never come into my territory again” he says and I’m suddenly pushed backwards. I land on my bum again, knowing that it will join the parts of me that will become blue. I scramble up, rushing towards Felix. For the first time in our lives, he wraps an arm around my waist, comforting me. “If I see any of you close to the border again – I will end you!” Chase warns. He glances at me for a second, giving me a wink before disappearing into the woods. When he’s gone I nestle my head into Felix’s shoulder, tears leaking out of my eyes.

His thumb presses lightly against my lip, not soft, not gentle, just enough to pull me back into him, and the connection shifts instantly, thinning but not breaking. Jax exhales slowly behind me. “Better.” But it doesn’t stop. It spreads. I feel it move outward, not toward one place anymore, but in different directions, faint threads stretching farther than before, and my body reacts without thinking, my shoulders tightening as I take a slow breath. “They’re not just outside the border,” I say. Derek’s eyes narrow. “How far?” “I don’t know,” I answer, my voice quiet, steady. “But it’s not just one group.”

her body looked thin and shriveled, like something had sucked all the life out of her. Jamie had seen bodies like this before. Twice, to be exact. "That makes three," Jamie said to himself, grimly. "Three bodies in two months. All drained the same way." "The foreigners are back," an old woman in the crowd said, her voice shaking. "They have come back to drain us all." Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd. Fear filled the air, thick and heavy. “Holla!! everybody back to your homes, the soldiers will take it from here." The district chief finally arrived together with his entourage.

Her gaze stayed on mine a second too long before shifting back toward the maps again. Coward. Interesting. I almost smiled at the thought. “Tell me about the outsiders,” she said quietly. “Which part?” “The real part.” There it was again. That refusal to settle for fragments anymore. I respected it. “Their movements are coordinated,” I said. “Too coordinated for random territory pressure.” “So someone organized this.” “Yes.” “Someone powerful?” “Powerful enough to move across pack borders without triggering immediate retaliation.” Her expression hardened slightly at that. “You think this reaches beyond Ironfang.”