Nova No Problem Borderlands Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I growled, watching as the woman's face softened for a bit before the rumble came again, harder this time because Nola gripped me, letting out a frightened scream as the noise of horses neighing loudly just outside rose in the air. “Listen to me Nola, the city gates are opening, and the rift over the border is going to be blown wide open! Everything that had been building on the lowlands for years is going to be rushing in faster than you and I could blink,” I grated, more forcefully now as more cries emanated from the ground under us and the woman shook her head desperately, already sensing somehow, what my next words were going to be. “I have to go, Nola, I have to take my men to secure th

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.

When we find Ryder, he is standing at the table, maps scattered before him, his eyes were shadowed and distant. He looked up when we entered and his eyes widened when he glanced at me. “What happened?” he questioned. I must really look like a deportee from the devil. “I am fine,” I say again. “But we have a problem.” He studies me for a long second before speaking. “You felt it too.” “Yeah,” I answer quietly. “And it is getting stronger.” He exhales slowly, the muscle in his jaw tightening. “ The wards along the eastern border collapsed an hour ago. There is no sign of who did it, no tracks..”

“Just a piece of rubbish someone dropped.” “Rubbish? Let me see it.” He didn’t move to give it to me. Instead, he raised his eyes to mine calmly. “We have bigger problems.” “What do you mean?” “There was an incident on the border of the Northwind territory,” he said carefully. “Our scouts say it might have been retaliation for driving Camilla out.” I took a step back. “Northwind? Since when are they involved with Camilla?” “We will have a full conflict on our hands if we don't act fast.”

“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.