Nova No Problem Borderlands Novels & Stories

he gave me his sassy reply something I wonder why I get a wolf-like him "beta" someone was trying to reach me through our mind link "who is it," I asked "it's me, Andrew, there is a problem at the East border" he informed shit, a problem at the border, this isn't good at all "I will get the alpha and we will be there now" "okay beta" he replied and then cut me off

> Overhead I could faintly hear the sounds of the surveillance drones.

Stefan mind linked me. “I just reached the northern border,” I told him quickly. “Alpha, I got word that the southern border has been breached as well. Rogues are everywhere.” Stefan paused for a moment. “Damn crazy dogs” I cursed under my breath. “Alpha, we are ten minutes away from you. What do you want us to do? Join you or …”

*Shawn* “So, we’re not expecting any onslaughts from our neighbors for a while, right?” Aaron asks. I shake my head, eyeing the papers in my hand. “Doesn’t look like it. Patrol reports say that they haven’t spotted any packs trying to claim the contested borderlands. So, by the time they do, we’ll probably have built up a decent enough defense.” “We’re back,” he answers through a yawn, stretching. “It’s about time. I wasn’t sure we’d ever recover after … well, you know.”

2021, August 29th (Venatores, Warlanda) (Aaron) Aaron stared solemnly out at the border between Venatores and Imperium. Not one month ago, fights were breaking out at this very border. People were angry. Madz's death. All the seat number 12s that fell before her and then Lilith and Kendall biting the bullet the way they did. It was enough to start rogue fights in Imperium and Venatores alike, destabilizing both cities.

she was starting to take up space in my mind, more than I wanted her to. That wasn't acceptable. A sharp knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I said, straightening in my chair. The door swung open, and Caleb stepped inside. "We have a problem." I exhaled sharply. "Of course we do." He didn't smirk this time. That was my first sign that this was serious. I gestured for him to continue. "We just got word from the border patrol. There's been movement near the southern territory again - same pattern as before, but this time, they stayed longer."

“I’ve investigated how Glenda and Bryson’s winning on the Dead Border is related to the other packs colluding rebellion with the Rogues.” When he said that, everything I was feeling vanished as I became filled with overwhelming shock and curiosity. The Dead border was the border on the Southern battlefield, which Bryson and Glenda had won before. I dropped the cup of tea and looked at him seriously. I leaned closer to the table and asked, “What did you get?” He pulled a letter or some kind of document from the drawer beside him and pushed it toward me. Nodding at it in a gesture, he told me to open it.

“Complete recognition of the Borderlands as an independent territory.” Nemo’s voice broke in, a sharp protest. “What? You can’t be serious!” Hunter barely blinked, continuing as if Nemo hadn’t spoken. “Full control over the mine within the Borderlands, with complete autonomy in choosing trade partners and allies, bound only to answer our call to arms if needed. And, finally, the withdrawal of all pack patrols and scouts from the Borderlands.” The council erupted, Deacon’s face flushed with outrage. “This would put us on a war path with Mountainpeak and likely more. The Alpha wouldn’t stand for it; he knows exactly how valuable the mine there is!”

The light painted my walls in honey and fire, touched the stone floors with warmth they hadn’t earned. I lay there, watching it change the shape of my world. One quiet second at a time. The bed was too big. The frame is carved from some kind of dark redwood, polished to a near mirror-shine. The headboard was etched with runes I couldn’t read, wrapped in symbols that prickled against my skin when I leaned too close. A canopy of gossamer curtains hung above, caught slightly in the breeze from the open window, and they swayed like ghosts in a dream.

ALPHA NADINE. ‘Men, this is Alpha Nadine. Do we have anyone at the border?’ I tried to connect with as many warriors in my mind as possible. I knew it was Jake and Lawrence’s men manning the border overnight, but maybe my own men were already there. ‘I’m at the south border, Alpha.’ One answered. ‘I’m at the east, Alpha.’ Another answered, and many more after them. Once no one was talking anymore, I asked, ‘Did any of you see Beta Xander cross the border?’