Nova No Problem Borderlands Novels & Stories

He has all but pissed on my leg to lay claim to me as his. Nickolai trots beside me as we try once more to find any way through the growing forces at the border of their pack lands. That’s the problem with neutral lands, anything can happen there. The moment we cross the border, we are safe, unless they decide to go full-out war and attack the pack, but they would be stupid to do that before having more packs on their side.

Liam gave me the cold shoulder for three months because of this. He only stopped making a fuss once my mother transferred the villa’s ownership to both of us.

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.

"Not the same kind you have. You have movies and dramas. We don't have that much entertainment where I came from," For a moment, the alien looked a little sad. "The entertainment here is crap. Nothing to be envious about," I told him. "Nothing entertaining ever happens where I came from, so while I'm here and they haven't found me yet, I am going to enjoy the hell out of your planet, Earthling." his eyes lit up and he looked like a little kid looking forward for an adventure. Wait, who is "they" and why are "they" looking for Cy?

Maybe all three. Ms. Carter parks and turns to me. “Ready?” No. Yes. Maybe. I open the door. The air hits me, cool, sharp, electric. It smells like woodsmoke and something humming just beneath the surface. The boy walks down the steps slowly, carefully, like he’s afraid to break the moment. “Raven?” he asks. I nod. He smiles, small, real. “I’m Noah. Welcome to Hallow’s Edge.” The way he says it sounds like a secret. Or a warning. Before I can answer, the auburn‑haired girl practically launches herself off the porch.

He stood on the porch, closing his eyes for a moment just to take it all in. That was when Landen appeared, walking quickly toward him. “Gerald,” he said, his tone serious. Gerald turned, still smiling faintly. “Now’s not the time, Landen. Liliana just gave birth.” “I know,” Landen said, lowering his voice. “But there’s trouble at the border. Our men reported movement—rogues, maybe worse. We need your command.” Gerald’s smile faded, replaced by calm authority. “You go,” he said firmly. “Handle it. I trust you.”

"First time you came to my company. So, how are you making it up to me?" He was asking for compensation? Even though I had dirt on him, it felt like he had the upper hand. I shoved him away and cut to the chase immediately. "I have business with you." Nathaniel crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. "And that would be?" Anticipating his response, I said, "I know your secret. You're a beastfolk." I approached him. "You're a snake, aren't you?" Nathaniel chuckled, and a sardonic smile curved his lips. "Why don't you prove it?"

"To reach it, we would have to cross three pack borders." He put his finger on the screen, tracing the route north and east. "The first two are neutral packs," he said. "Manageable. They'll want quiet passage and they will get it." He paused. His finger stopped on the third border. "This one is not neutral." I looked at where his finger rested. Ironmoor.

"I like them that way! The more aggressive they are, the more I'll make them cry later!" "Damn, how can you be so arrogant when you're already at the northwest border? Do you still think you're in Salvania?" "Let me tell you, you're at the Northwest border. This is a no-man's-land that no one cares about. Even if you die here, no one will care!" "Stop talking about death, Johnson. That's going to scare these beauties. You know what we should use to subdue them, don't you?" "Leave the women and kill the man!"