Gaige Borderlands 2 Heads Novels & Stories

That was the kind of warrior she was—always alert, always prepared. "You’re up early," I said. "I couldn’t sleep," she replied, breathless. I nodded. "Neither could I." We stood there for a moment in silence. The weight of the past twenty-four hours settled heavy between us. I looked out over the field, then spoke. "They hit another border last night." She tensed. "Where?" "South edge. Two guards injured. One seriously." Her jaw tightened. "Did they get away?" "No. But it’s strange. It was like they didn’t care if we caught them."

I asked groggily. “You should come immediately—it would be best if others didn’t see it right when they wake up. It might be wise to bring Witch Melisande along.” “I’ll be there right away and bring her with me.” I quickly got up. This had to be serious—no one summoned the alpha at dawn unless it was. I hurried to fetch Melisande, and together we arrived at the border within thirty minutes. The sight before us was horrifying. It was one of our border guards—Steven’s head. Just his head. Nothing else. His eyes were still open, and beside him lay an envelope.

His kisses were fierce and unrelenting. "How can you not love me, babe? I don't know how much longer I can hold on." When his lips landed on the corner of my eye, his switch flipped again, and his eyes turned crimson. "I've given you a beauty mark, but you still don't look like her!" My neck snapped. A stab of pain came from my throat, and the doll was now neckless. My head rolled on the ground like a ball, and it stopped.

The careful control he'd maintained for years—the discipline that made him the perfect soldier, the ideal heir—cracked like river ice in spring. A door opened on the far side of the chamber, and two men dragged out a struggling boy. Couldn't be more than sixteen, thin and terrified, with the pointed ears and silver eyes of fae blood. Half-fae, probably, born to a human mother and worth less than nothing in both worlds. "Fresh from the border territories," Grayson announced. "Untrained but docile. Good for household labor or... other uses. Shall we start the bidding at twenty gold?" The buyers began calling out numbers. The boy was sold within minutes for thirty-five gold to a merchant in pur

Anna grabs her beer and lifts it to me and struts off to the dance floor. I can't help but appreciate that perfect ass as she walks away. "So what do we think about this whole border thing?" I tip my beer back. Zeke rubs his nape. "Don't know. But if I get any trouble from those idiots, I'll roll heads." "Amen, brother." Blade fist bumps Zeke. I set my beer down. "I'm not looking forward to it. I like the separation. Now we have to deal with border stuff too? It's stupid."

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.

he replied. He cleared his throat as we reached the border. "And for your first question, the metallic gate is indeed the first border, also called the minor border. Guards are active there during the day and noon, but not early morning or late at night. The second is the major border, separating our land from other packs. We don’t want wolves crossing boundaries, nor anyone spying or hiding to attack us." "This is good. I’ve learned something," I said with a soft smile. As the others went their ways, I moved behind him, now alone near a tall, massive tree.

In six months, I hadn’t gotten any better at the stupid game. A startled yelp left my lips as Tyra and Nicki jumped on the bean bag I sat on. It was one of those giant bean bags that fits up to five people. The sudden motion sent me rolling to the side, nearly falling off. All at once our eyes fogged over as the mind-link clicked in our head. “Rogues at the Southern Border.” Liam’s Dad snapped through the mind-link. There was panic and fury in his voice. “At least three hundred. All warriors get to the Southern Border.”

Nezerra said. “So, what is the game plan?” Mack asked trying to change the subject. “Tomorrow, we head home. The border should be modified now. I hate doing that to the pack but for now it is necessary. Rogues are still being seen outside the borders. I don’t mean just one or two. There have been twenty at least spotted.” Nezerra said. “It’s Shaba, she is keeping an eye on your territory and trying to recruit more rogues in the meantime. Before she turned her rogues loose on me, she tried to recruit me. Told me she was going to war.” Mack tells him.

“Attacking from that side is extremely difficult because of the rough topography. Their two sides are coastal lines. We are not merpeople to attack from there.” Davin snorted. Reagan and Matt looked over at him with identical glares on their faces. But was Davin the least deterred by their temper? Absolutely not. He continued to munch on his muffin and listen to them yap about the takeover. “What is left is the east border that they share with the Red River Pack.” “They are our allies so they are willing to let us enter through that border” Reagan nodded. “You mean hostages who have no choice but to do as they are told?” Davin mumbled even though he knew that the duo’s wolf-hearing would pic