Rhys Borderlands Romane & Geschichten

“Stop what?” She rolled her eyes and continued, “...well, it's a quiet part of the border where hardy animal breeds are raised and a sense of community reverberates among the long-established towns and villages. This less-visited corner of the UK is also where you can get close to the story of those who called the Debatable Lands home: feuding clans known as the Border Reivers. It’s a place where local history and scant ruins linger among wooded valleys, fast-flowing rivers, and open moorland that lend themselves to letting your imagination fill in some of the blanks of its much under-told story." "Wow, I didn’t know that."

Part 1: The Repair Mission at Border 9 - Can Peace Fix What War Couldn’t** Dawn at Border 9 was white. Not snow-white. Ice-white. The anchor stone lay in three pieces. No cracks. No warning. Just… split clean down the center like a log hit by an axe. Frost crawled out from the break, slow and patient, turning grass to glass. Ryn knelt and pressed her palm to the ice. It bit her skin. “It’s cold,” she said. “Colder than Veyren’s dreams.”

’’ She asked. ‘’Something is happening at the border,’’ the woman told her. Riza shifted into her wolf, a beautiful white wolf with blue eyes. She ran a head of everyone until she came to a skidding stop beside Kyro. ‘’What’s going on?’’ She linked to her mate. ‘’A child was attacked. Whoever it was, dragged him across the border. He would have died if not for a guard coming to his recuse in time, but they said the attacker disappeared in a blur after sensing them getting close.’’

I cracked open an eye, then quickly shut it. I had to be dead because there was no way I was in the arms of the same god that had knocked me out twice now—a score I was without a doubt keeping track of. A throaty scoff pulled me from my internal spiral. “I can practically feel your distaste, oh rabid one. You can cease pretending you’re asleep. We’ve crossed the border now, so it doesn’t very well matter.” My eyes snapped open. Oh, Goddess. I crossed the border—the fucking border. The mist of Emrys was all that kept the mortals from trespassing into the realm of the gods. Well, that and the threat of imminent death, but still.

I should have warned Marissa again. I tried something else, I tried to redirect him to where less people were, but he wasn’t listening. His beast was full of rage, oddly. At the border, it just got worse. Outsiders trying to sneak in were caught unprepared. One man tried to raise a weapon, but Ryker’s claws sliced through him with a sickening rip. I caught glimpses of other bodies with throat slashed. The ground was wet with people's blood. His growls filled the air, scary abd terrifying.

The Riftlands had begun to bleed into the borders, twisting familiar terrain into warped reflections of itself. By midday, the trees began to thin. What replaced them was worse. The land opened into a field of blackened earth, veins of glowing gold cutting across it like lightning frozen in place. Every few seconds, the ground shuddered faintly, like something beneath was trying to breathe. Lira’s voice was barely a whisper. “This doesn’t feel like the world anymore.” “It isn’t,” Nora said. “We’re too close.” Grayson crouched, pressing a hand to the ground. The faint vibration crawled up his arm. “Feels alive.”

Eirween. The stars had shifted. It was a subtle, quiet way that only someone like me would notice. A single thread out of place in the vast tapestry of the world. A tremble in the earth that wasn’t from storm or quake but emotion raw, untamed, and pulsing from the North. I closed the tome I’d been reading, the pages old and soft with wear, the ink faded but still legible under starlight. The runes along the cover shimmered faintly before dimming, content to rest.

Two more wolves are climbing through the shattered window and I’m backing up and my hands hit the floor and there’s glass everywhere, I feel it slice into my palms but the pain is distant because one of the wolves is looking directly at me with eyes that glow yellow and its lips pull back showing teeth that are way too long. I hear fabric ripping and bones cracking and when I look back at Rhys he’s got the first wolf pinned and his hand is around its throat except his hand isn’t a hand anymore, there are claws where his fingers should be and his eyes are pure gold and he squeezes and I hear the snap. The wolf drops and Rhys is already turning toward me and the second wolf that’s stalking clo

"There was a surge on the northern border. I investigated." "The human border?" Kael nodded once. The King's expression darkened. "I told you to stay clear of mortal lands. They are beneath us - and dangerous." "They're weak," Kael said. "But something old is stirring there. The witches feel it. So do the elders." The King's fingers tightened on the armrest. "You sound like a priest, not a warrior." "I sound like someone paying attention," Kael said quietly. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. The guards didn't move. Even the fire in the pillars dimmed slightly.

*They’re coming. Not today. Not tomorrow, perhaps. But soon. She adjusts the hood. Pulls it lower. Keeps her steps steady. The plains stretch endless ahead—gold under moonlight, silver under stars. Somewhere behind her, Elias clutches a halo stone and wonders if mercy is still possible. Somewhere ahead, the border waits—lawless, wild, full of places where a necromantress might hide. Or be hunted. Raven Winterstar walks on. Small. Silent. Alone again.