Nisha Borderlands Novels & Stories

There was no time to celebrate the balanced ledger; the countdown to the southern invasion was already ticking. Twenty-four hours later, the lush, temperate valleys of the central continent gave way to the jagged, crimson-clay cliffs of the Bloodmoon Pack territories. This was the southern border—a vertical landscape where the land fractured into deep, prehistoric canyons that dropped straight down into the black, churning waters of the Sunken Borderlands. Natalia and Dmitry rode at the front of a lean, high-speed cavalry unit, their mounts kicking up red dust against the darkening sky. Beside them, her oilskin cloak snapping in the coastal gale, was Commander Cheryl.

Now that everyone knows that Ministry of Defense is perhaps one of the top 3 busiest Ministry in Aeternum government. Peoples knows about the Agriculture Region Operations as well as the Inhabour City dungeon eradication operations, but they never thought that Aeternum longest border, which is also labeled as Border Zone B, that is the Alemia Nation and Shark Region border line is quite busy. Unbeknownst to many, the border line between the 2 country is very active, despite the order of that border is being close. Now people were able to catch a glimpse just how active the things are.

"The border is two hundred yards ahead. If we can cross it, IPC jurisdiction applies. He can't follow without starting an international incident." Another howl. Closer. Then answering calls from all directions. The whole pack was hunting us. "Luna, go!" I pushed at her. "Get across. I'm too slow. I'll just—" "Shut up and run!" The tree line broke. I saw open ground, a cliff edge, and beyond it, nothing but darkness and the sound of rushing water far below. And standing between us and the border, materializing from the shadows like a ghost, was Nathaniel.

My mate. Several years ago, I met her. Not as a Vessel, not the way she is now. She was dainty and without a threat, she was pretty — still is, but she's different now. It's obvious she's been through so much in life, her eyes show pain and loss. It weighs heavily on my heart. She used to be just a girl. I found her on the edge of a border town, arguing with an old man over a spilled basket of herbs. She was fire and fury and too damn bright for the world she lived in.

Maybe Nlaia was just taken by whatever spy was in the pack, and kept somewhere, hoping no one would notice her absence while they planned to sneak her out. Only one set of border patrols didn’t respond to my mind link, and I immediately headed to the south eastern border of my pack. The warriors on patrol were not dead, thankfully, but it was obvious that we had been infiltrated. They were dazed and disoriented, as if they had been drugged.

I lean against the table, arms folded Infront of me on the table, everyone had their focus on me, wondering what I wanted to say. "How many borders do we have before shadow Moon's pack?" "Three borders, Alpha." That's right, we have three borders which leads to my pack. The Ever green border, The Shell border and the Crystalline border. Without having to ask, I knew the Evergreen border was the most used, because we shared the border with another pack which happened to be the one attacked by the rogues yesterday. Because of that, in the past, much pack warriors didn't bother with guarding the border because it was used as a means of exit and entrance for the pack members.

The sun was setting. "I’m going to the border," I said. "Are you coming?" "No, I can't. The rashes are showing now," she said, pulling up her sleeve to show me the red blotches. Her allergies. If I told her Dexter was waiting at the border, she’d come, rash or no rash. But I didn’t push it. I just said goodbye and left. My pack, Grimhowl, is one of four in Craig Woods. We occupy the southern territory. Our neighboring packs are Emberfang, Dreadmoon, and Valeblood. We share a border with Valeblood, a river dividing the two lands.

I stepped through the gap in it without slowing down. Out here the ground changed texture entirely. Scrub grass, dense and ankle-catching, gave way in patches to harder earth and clusters of low thornbush. The trees started thin and became gradually more substantial the further I walked, their canopies closing overhead until the sky was just fragments between branches. Neither pack patrolled out here. I knew that from Theo, from the resistance conversations I'd half-heard and half-been-told. Contested borderland, technically belonging to no one, managed by no one, useful to no one except people who needed to move without being seen.

"Did they breach the perimeter?" "No, ma'am," Silas said. She hesitated, clutching her tablet against her chest. "It is a request for aid. From the Borderlands." I froze. The Borderlands. That was the polite political term for the cluster of weaker, primitive packs on the edge of our territory. They served as a buffer zone between civilization and the wild lands. They were the places time forgot. Silver Creek was in the Borderlands. A cold feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't fear. It was something darker. Anticipation.

I start to cry. " Don't cry, baby, it hurts me when you do," he coos. " I'll bring back Amber, okay, there's one border we haven't checked, we are going there soon?" He says in a soft tone. They were looking in the wrong places. Norris is hidden at the great East border, between the Howler territory and the Sea pack, their territories are mostly covered in woods and long trees and close to the outskirts of the city. " Okay," I choke up a sob.