Nova No Problem Borderlands Novels & Stories

At her hip rested an elegant silver rapier. I’m not brooding, Nora. I’m hunting, Dom replied, his deep baritone rumbling in his chest. He didn't take his eyes off the canyon floor far below. "The border patrols were right. The rogue packs haven't been fighting each other down in the wastes. They've been unifying. Nora stepped up beside him, peering over the jagged cliff edge. Her hazel eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of what lay hundreds of feet below in the darkening canyon.

"The northern border lacks patrol depth. Send two of your lower-rank fighters to breach the tree line. Let them shift and howl. Nixon will run to the wall like the loyal hound he is." She hesitates, her pupils dilating. "That will cost us two more men. We lost four at the river crossing." "They are tools, Iris," I say, my voice dropping to a low, venomous hiss. "You use them until they break. Then you buy more. Do you want the Brown Reed seat or do you want to beg an omega for your life when she takes your titles?" She bites her lip until a fresh bead of dark red runs down her chin. She nods once. "The border will leak at midnight."

😨 As she bends backward with her hands up in front of her chest in straight palms. Mike yells "NO RUSSIAN SHOULD ASK A BLACK PERSON OR ANY NON-RUSSIAN TO PAY FOR ANYTHING!" Any black person in real life from America would have rescued her by bashing him upside the head since it's just well water, homie. You can buy it anywhere else around here! It's not like it's the only 5 cent water source! Mike didn't have anyone here to stop him, his sister yells "Mike, it's just-"🥶 As she spoke, he stabbed Terra.

She says “Alpha we have another problem.” “What now?” She said growing more and more pissed by the second. “We are under attack at the southern border.” Said a patrolmen as another one chimes in. “The western border is being overrun.” “Something is not allowing us to shift” came another.

Yet, he had saved her life. 'I'm not going back,' she said softly but firmly. The man paused his carving, his dark eyes meeting hers through the firelight. Good. Because the Neutral Borderlands don't offer second chances. Back at the Black Ridge southern border, the atmosphere was thick with frustration. Harry stood at the edge of the rocky gorge, his dark coat damp from the lingering mist. Around him, three of the pack’s most elite tracking wolves paced the boundary line, their heads low to the mud, sniffing frantically.

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

I squeezed her gently, making her fingers tighten around my hair as I feasted on her lips. My phone choose that moment to ring, interrupting us both. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she realized what she had done. I retracted my hands and picked up my phone. It was Lucas on the line. "Yes?" I said impatiently. "Your highness, there's a problem at the border" Lucas replied fearfully. "Which border?" I asked again, hoping it wouldn't be the main border. "The main border by the east" Lucas replied and I anyone around would feel the anger and danger that emanated my guts.

“We have a problem.” “When don’t we?” I muttered, but the weight in his tone made me focus. “What is it?” “It’s the eastern border,” he said, his jaw clenched. “There’s been another breach.” My heart sank. “Another one? How is that possible?” “That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Rowan replied, frustration evident in his eyes. “It’s like they know exactly where we’re weakest. Every time we shore up one area, they strike somewhere else.”

As I wiped my blade clean, Damon appeared at the edge of the training yard, his expression dark. “Another attack?” I asked before he could speak. He nodded. “Northwestern border.” My jaw tightened. “Survivors?” “One. Barely. Says they came out of nowhere. Coordinated.” Exactly like the last. We walked toward the war room, the silence between us louder. During the leadership council, I sat at the head of the long table, surrounded by elders whose faces showed more politics than concern. The conversation danced around supplies, border strategies, and training protocols, until Elder Rowan leaned forward.

“And if you really want to get us out of this misery, then help me find a solution instead of lecturing me.” Silence followed—thick and heavy—as I stood alone on the balcony with my thoughts. The Southern Border? my wolf finally asked. “Yes,” I answered. Isn’t that border close to the Crescent Moon Pack? “Yes?” I frowned. “What are you trying to say?” Don’t you get it? Ava pressed. There are borders much closer to the BlackHood Pack. The Southern Border is closest to Crescent Moon territory. Which means whoever sent that report is most likely from there.