Nisha Borderlands Novels & Stories

They said as they ate, “We heard the latest news that Nippan is attacking the western border, and the border village known as Hedgeville has been ransacked.” Clang!

' (I asked openly via a direct Mind Link to the one wanting to get through to me. 'Sir, pardon my intrusion.' (The voice started out saying.) 'There has been word from the troop we sent to obtain details from the other side of the rival land's border, the Nation of the Barren Meadows.' The Nation of Barren Meadows is what some of the different Warriors would call it, but I liked to refer to it as the Nation of Destrusion. It was very barren. More like hot and sandy areas with minimal vegetation. Granted the trees were more on our border side than anything.

She turned to the man the little girl had referred to as Grandpa. He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all. "We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile. The lands were divided into four different parts. The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria. Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine. Little Beatrice looked up at her butler. Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border.

[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."

The girl stared at her empty hand, then at Phyna, and something complicated moved behind her eyes—resentment mixed with the first reluctant recalculation. By midday the eastern yard was a churned expanse of mud and sweat. Veyra called a short water break. Students clustered in small groups, voices low. Phyna found a patch of shade against the wall and drank without speaking. Sable dropped do wn beside her, breathing hard. “They’re not playing,” Sable said. “Veyra ran the northern border for six years before she came here. Holt’s the one who redesigned