Nisha Borderlands Novels & Stories

she murmured, turning back inside. A sigh slipped past my lips as I stepped out the door, into the night. The air felt heavier. Maybe that was the price of change. Nothing around me had truly shifted, yet somehow, everything had. Lucien always had a plan. We were now at the borderlands, a stretch of no man’s land where no pack dared to claim authority. Stray wolves, rogues, and the occasional human drifted through, each chasing their own kind of survival. It was close enough to human civilization to smell their fires at night, yet far enough from werewolf territories to be forgotten.

Nazir and I reach the border in the woods first. I decided it would be safer not to shift, staying in our human form for now. The border is decided by the ravine, and it's almost perfect how the set of trees doesn't grow in one line, signifying this split between the territories. According to Rheyes, going further than this is dangerous; the rogues roam these woods and communicate too well with each other. There are two big rogue packs; one is in the east, where Rheyes has done his work, and one in the west.

So it was from him that she learned about the inflated conflict on the border of Russia and the Celestial Empire, about sending a regular army, in which, it turns out, there were military units of werewolves and volunteers from different clans, forming into a squad. Alina was worried about Nikita, he himself admitted that he was on the border, he was part of the negotiators from the Saburov clan, which just defended the borders with the Middle Kingdom. Their clan was the most numerous, therefore it was considered the main force on the border. Nikita said in a letter that she had nothing to worry about, telling more about her family, about the nature of the Far East and about her family. Niki

I noticed Evie following me with a knowing and proud smirk. “Very good job,” Evie says to me. “Now lets go gut a bitch what do you say?” “She is going to hurt so bad,” I say as we get in the car. The border lands are between the kingdom and the human world. Mostly hybrids live here, or those mated to humans who don’t want to live in our world. Some humans embrace it for all it glory and some are afraid. Iris I’m sure is afraid. “Harold, I’m going to pull up, you go around back. Remember she is a 60 year old woman, human, you don’t need to hurt her,” I say and Harold nods.

"What do you want? How can we help you? One of the warriors who usually used to be in charge of asking questions, asked them. "This is the Night Stalker Clan border right?" Ashina asks, just wanting to be sure that she was in the right place before telling Him what brought her here. "So you weren't even sure of the territory you've come to! This is the Night Stalker Borders and for you to be allowed, you need to tell us your mission here since you don't seem to be one of us". Ashina sighed deeply as she glared at Neon who told her to speak up.

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.

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.

The baby was quiet, a tiny spark of warmth that kept her heart beating through the exhaustion. We're almost there, she whispered, her voice cracking. Just a little farther. She looked up through the dripping canopy. Ahead of her, the trees began to thin, giving way to a jagged, rocky gorge that marked the absolute boundary of Blackridge territory. Beyond that gorge lay the Neutral Borderlands, a lawless, rugged expanse that belonged to no single pack. It was a place populated by rogues, outcasts, and those who wished to disappear from the strict, suffocating laws of the High Council.