Undertale Border Novels & Stories

Someone trespassed the border without permission. ‘Alpha we have a rogue encounter on the West border.’ A warrior mindlink me, and I am out of my chair in an instant. ‘Keep it occupied. I’m on my way.’ I switch canals, but the person I’m about to mindlink comes running to me when I race down the stairs.

My past didn’t hold me back anymore. I could do this. “I’d be honored, Alpha.” I replied. We shifted and took off towards the border. The Blue Eclipse army followed our lead and fell in line behind us. When we reached the border, I carefully trotted along the edge and smelled the air to find a good entry point. When I found it, I mindlinked Alpha Jordan. “Over here.” I ran across the border with the others behind me. When we all had entered the territory, we split up and searched for the border patrols. It didn’t take long until we found them and we were quickly engaged in a fight.

Diplomatic engagement has been attempted, and they keep spitting it back in our face. I stop at a distance from the Wilderness to tie up my horse to a tree. The rest of my plan requires discretion, and I can’t risk my horse making any noise if he gets spooked. Making the rest of the way on foot, I arrive at the edge of the Red Forest where it meets the Wilderness, just on the border with the hills of Quartane to the north. Unlike Tresalia, which is rigidly divided from the Wilderness with the end of the Red Forest, the border between Quartane and the Wilderness is a little harder to distinguish because the hills go on for a while, stretching past the bounds of the kingdom.

AT ALL. "I suppose that is one of your gifts too?" I said sarcastically. Just one more evidence that this person is not human, and I am going to be having a full-on mental breakdown. "Uhuh," he smiled -- that wide smile of his again. I notice he has a tiny scar below his lower lash line. A straight cut across the cheek. If it weren´t for his light purple hair, almost white at this point, he would have looked like a typical jock. Tall, muscular, chiseled-jaw jock. There´s an influx of them at my school. One of which I would rather bury to dust.

Moving to the edge I jumped off from there and landed on my hands and on the tip of my feets. I ran at the speed of light to the other part of the pack . When I reached the border near the forest I saw four warriors were there. Quickly hiding myself behind a near by tree I observed them. I could not drink from them and did not think Zander would appreciate it if I sucked off his pack members. I bit my lower lip trying to control myself ,they were digging in my lower lip. My ears peered up when they start talking. I heard them saying that them had to go to the other side of the border as other warriors guarding other part of the

Chapter 24: The King’s Border Plans The war council chamber lay deep within Castle Valros—below the throne room, behind three sets of rune-etched obsidian doors that only opened to royal blood. The air here was colder, heavier, scented with old iron and incense burned to mask the faint copper tang that always lingered in vampire strongholds. A long table of polished black granite dominated the center, its surface inlaid with a living map of the eastern borderlands: rivers of liquid shadow, mountains carved from amethyst, the demonkin frontier marked in pulsing crimson veins that shifted slowly, as though breathing.

There was no time to celebrate the balanced ledger; the countdown to the southern invasion was already ticking. Twenty-four hours later, the lush, temperate valleys of the central continent gave way to the jagged, crimson-clay cliffs of the Bloodmoon Pack territories. This was the southern border—a vertical landscape where the land fractured into deep, prehistoric canyons that dropped straight down into the black, churning waters of the Sunken Borderlands. Natalia and Dmitry rode at the front of a lean, high-speed cavalry unit, their mounts kicking up red dust against the darkening sky. Beside them, her oilskin cloak snapping in the coastal gale, was Commander Cheryl.

I stopped at the distance she had specified, and I did not go further. The eastern border was visible from here, the tree line thinning at the territory’s edge, the specific quality of the boundary between Sovereign North and what lay beyond it, the place where my land’s awareness ended and something older and less familiar began. I could see the shapes of them at that boundary, Sable and the Architect, the morning light falling across both of them with the specific impartiality of light that did not understand or care what it was illuminating.

I almost want to grab her back and claw his eyes out but know it’s not my place. “If I see any of you close to the border again – I will end you!” I growl through gritted teeth. I look over at the frightened girl, her eyes holding nothing but fear. With a wink I run away. What the hell is going on with me!?