Undertale Border Novels & Stories

he suggested. “Exactly. But what realm? Is it some kind of other dimension? A parallel universe?” He tugged at my chain. I stumbled towards him, gritting my teeth in anger as he smirked. He rose, towering over me. “Have you ever stood upon the sea strand, Callie? Your feet touch the earth, but waves kiss your skin- you are neither on the ocean nor the land. It is a between-place, a place of change and ever-shifting sand. Footprints vanish; the tide advances, then recedes. That is the nature of the Border,” he said sagely.

Nothing official yet, but enough to keep me restless. Warriors are active, patrols stretched thin, and every time I sign off a new rotation, it feels like I’m preparing for a battle that may or may not come. Another weight pressing down on an already cracking week. A slight knock lands on my door. “Beta Xylus,” one of the border warriors steps in, mud caked on his boots. He bows quickly before speaking. “There was movement along the East border at dawn. Could’ve been nothing, just shadows but it felt too deliberate. We didn’t engage, just observed.”

’ Austin tells the warriors. We take off to the Eastern border in wolf form. I’m mind linking Austin, ‘What the hell is going on?!’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ve sent reinforcements to the Western border. I also haven’t felt any tethers break, so we haven’t lost anyone.’ As we get to the Eastern border, we realize these aren’t rogues. These are other warriors. ‘FUCK!’ I don’t take time to say anything. Our warriors need us and I will not let them fight alone. I see Renz has three warriors from this unknown pact on him and I tackle the one and gash another’s hind leg in the process.

I stayed to gather the papers on the table and Grey appeared at my shoulder before I had finished stacking them. "Alpha." His voice was quiet and close. "The border report from this evening. There have been sightings of rogue activity at the boarder and the likely possibility of it causing a scene."

Pack members scattered—warriors heading for weapons, mothers gathering their children, and elders herding the vulnerable toward the packhouse. The music died, and with it, the celebration fractured. Kael's hand dropped from my waist. He turned toward Emrys, already shifting into the Alpha who commanded armies instead of the man who'd held me gently on the dance floor. "How many?" Kael's voice cut through the chaos. "At least a dozen. Maybe more." Emrys' expression was grim. "They're testing the eastern border." "Rogues?" "Unknown. They're not broadcasting intent." My pulse hammered. Nyx surged beneath my skin, pressing for release, for action, for something other than standing here helpless

Bertulf was right beside him, looking on eagerly. "The border between Northlands and Eastlands. And Northlands to Westlands. It appears they are planning to attack us from the two regions at the same time," I replied. "We can't let them in the Northlands…" Jared said. "It's too late, they just crossed the borders," I said, watching as the Westlanders and the witches of Eastlands, distinguished by the emblems of the regions, started to unleash mayhem on the Northlanders. Houses busted into flames. The sweep was fast and deadly.

Then next was to issue out emails to the packs in Selenia alerting them of the witch and our measures so far to quell further assaults. But the East border was a major concern. This border was the most attacked and was seized by Xairz. It was why it was hard to ward off these Outlanders from the East border. They grew in number as the day passed and so far, the camping outlander who had made it to the coastlines waiting to strike the borders and eventually make it into the pack had been defeated. The funeral pyre was a massive one, the kind I had never seen before. It was going to take the Outlanders a few more days before they made it to the coastlines for the next attack.

“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.