Rhys Borderlands Novels & Stories

And the two men fate kept trying to separate. The forest changed the farther they moved south - thicker, darker, swollen with roots that curled like sleeping creatures. By dawn, Leo and Cris had crossed into the Silent Borderlands, a stretch of land so old and untouched that even kingdoms avoided claiming it. Cris slowed first. “Stop,” he whispered. Leo halted beside him. Their boots had pressed into snow that wasn’t snow - clusters of pale dust that shimmered whenever the wind brushed through. It coated their shoulders, glimmering faintly like the residue of forgotten magic.

“Called you an ‘indispensable figure’ or some nonsense. If this doesn’t scream ulterior motives, I don’t know what does.” Valtor leaned forward, his tone razor-sharp. “Lucian doesn’t play without a prize in sight. What else have you learned?” Rylan hesitated before speaking. “He’s back to hunting. Scouts near the borderlands reported several incidents. Precise, brutal, no survivors. It’s classic Lucian.” Valtor’s grip on the phone tightened. “He’s searching for something—or someone.” “Exactly,” Rylan said. “We can’t ignore this, Valtor. Whatever he’s planning, the summit is his stage. And you’re a key player whether you like it or not. And, Valtor... I don’t need to remind you what happened

“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.

“She will not be where she is supposed to be.” “Where was she going after the packhouse visit yesterday?” I said. “She listed two other pack territories,” Rhys said. He had come back from the tree line, breathing hard, empty-handed. Priya had reached the southern border before him. “Two routine visits. She would be at the second territory by now.” “Which territory?” Damien said. Rhys looked at his phone. Looked up. “Silvermark,” he said. The alliance warriors at the tree line moved for the first time since they had arrived.

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.

He never praised me or comforted me, he just watched as if I was a soldier under orders. Each night I came back to the room exhausted. On the fourth morning we went farther out. The forest was thicker and darker here. Rhydian stopped at a clearing. An old ring of stones sat in the middle covered in moss. “This is the heart of the northern border,” he said. “If it falls, the whole territory opens.” I nodded, knelt and closed my eyes. I reached for the magic inside me. It felt stronger today and less wild. I pictured the ward like a wall of moonlight, it was unbreakable.

This is madness. As the moon rose, we reached the edge of Rhydian's territory. A narrow, rushing river marked the border. On the other side, the trees looked darker, older. Rhydian stopped at the water's edge. He turned to face us. "Across this river is unclaimed land. Then, the Northern Marches. The Council's eyes are everywhere there. From here on, we are hunters and prey. Stay sharp. Stay quiet." He stepped into the cold water, not hesitating. We all followed. The water was freezing, shocking my legs. I slipped on a rock, but a strong hand grabbed my elbow. It was Leo.

The crazy, impulsive, thinks-he’s so-funny, younger brother. He might not have caught your interest much in this book, but trust me, he has a lot of things going on that you still don’t know about. And not to forget that he is now the leader of the clan after his brother supposedly died along with his wife. Even though they didn’t really die, but that doesn’t change the fact that he almost truly lost them. Eliciting a major character development and growing up. The next book will be called ‘Across The Border’. It will carry out two POVs, Lucas and the mysterious woman referred to in the epilogue as ‘Angelina’.

Snow fell in whispers. The Frostlands stretched endlessly beneath a bruised sky, its horizon glowing faintly blue. The air here was thin and sharp, the kind that turned every breath into a memory. It had taken them three days of silent travel to reach the edge of the northern border — far from the Council’s reach, far from the Gate’s lingering shadow. Lyra had never seen such emptiness. The world felt hollowed out, like it was holding its breath.

Perhaps even longer than I have loved Helios. “Where is he?” “He’s at the border. He –“ “Stay here, Rhode. I’ll go get Ares.” Rhode nods, sniffing back a tear. Instinct takes over and I run, leaving a distraught Rhode to stand next to the campfire. ***** The border of Stormbreaker pack is like a cowboy town with a few wooden shoplots erected from seemingly out of nowhere. Usually, the place is as quiet as a graveyard with but a few traders coming to and fro to sell their goods. But on this particular morning, there is a commotion. And it is not a good one.