Nisha Borderlands Novels & Stories

[NORTH] "Whoa! The t-trees! There's a lot of trees!" Aikee shouted as we entered the border line. The borderline divides the West, Center and North. This borderline divides into three. The Center and North, the borderline is forest. While in the West and in the Center are a huge wall. On the other hand, the south is forbidden. That is full of bodies of water. "Don't be too loud, Aikee," I whispered to him.

And this isn't a good way to execute her plan smoothly as her attention will be divided. As they traveled and traveled, the border of Noartias could be seen from about half a hundred of miles away. The wide plain of grasslands that covered the distance between them and Noartias gave Méah a clear view of the kingdom's border of high walls that was surrounded by cloud of mist, making it look like it has touched the sky.

Far from the sight of battle was a small village. This village was located in the north, and belonged to the Northern Empire. It was a village whose borders marked the borders of the Northern Empire and was popularly known as the ‘Edge of the World’ since there was no other human settlement after it. It was a peaceful village that hadn’t seen war in the longest time.

The terms were the distraction while she moved the real asset. “Where did she go,” Nolan said from directly behind me. His voice was controlled. Barely. The woman’s eyes moved to him. “I only heard part of it,” she said. “But the other guard — the young one who brought food sometimes — he said she mentioned the border temple.” She looked uncertain. “I don’t know what that means. I don’t know this territory.” I did. The border temple was old — pre-vampire-war construction, neutral ground by ancient agreement. Sacred enough that even vampire lords didn’t violate it casually.

“Her mother was taken—she’s presumed dead too. The humans burned the whole village. That girl, she barely escaped with her life. So, aye, she doesn’t like humans very much.” “That... That’s awful.” I say. “I wish we weren’t at war. I wish so many people did not have to die. But if the Wolves stopped invading our lands, then perhaps we could find peace. Three villages just south of the Borderlands were raided in the last month alone. Many of my people have been killed, too.” He looks like he’s going to reply, but he runs his hand over his mouth instead. His callused palms make a scraping noise as they brush over his stubble.

"Anyone want to explain how exactly we became blood-bonded mates while committing treason?" "Long story," I mumbled. "Involves dying." "Why does everything with you involve dying?" "Bad luck. Cosmic trials. Poor life choices." Prince Darius pulled out a small compass from his jacket. "The Borderlands are three days hard travel northeast. We have no supplies, no allies, and a kingdom hunting us." "We also have something the Void Emperor did not anticipate," Rhett added. "We have each other. Five people who should not be bonded, allied before we were supposed to meet, committed to destroying his plans."

She had already passed the borders at this point and was heading towards the pack grounds. Nina had run for five minutes before she noticed that something was wrong there. She had long passed the borders yet she had not seen or encountered any Warriors. It was strange. The Mountain Pack she knew did not have lax security. Except for emergency situations, the whole borderline would be safely guarded by the Warriors. Anyone who wandered in would be stopped. Yet, she had not seen anyone. It was worrisome. Nina stopped at some point and looked around at the quiet woods again. She was vigilant.

The whimpering ceased, replaced by a cold, hollow silence. She stood up, her joints aching. The night air of the borderlands was biting, a stark contrast to the climate-controlled luxury she had just abandoned. Behind her lay the Northern territories—the land of the King who had broken her. Ahead lay the Untamed Territories, a sprawling expanse of jagged mountains, dense, lawless forests, and ruins of a civilization that had collapsed before the first pack-bonds were ever etched into the earth.

Every step Nash took was a battle of will versus biology, his left leg dragging through the damp pine needles, leaving a trail that was too easy to follow. About a mile from the ridge, the tree line broke. Nestled in a clearing of dead scrub was the Border Outpost—a concrete bunker disguised as a ranger station. It was the first line of defense against the Northern Wastes, a fortified point of communication. The roof was caved in on one side, the concrete spalled by shockwaves from the final battle at the temple. The windows were blown out, the glass glinting like teeth in the grey light. Nash picked up his pace. He smelled technology. He smelled civilization. A low, desperate sound rumbled