Undertale Border Novels & Stories

The sun was setting. "I’m going to the border," I said. "Are you coming?" "No, I can't. The rashes are showing now," she said, pulling up her sleeve to show me the red blotches. Her allergies. If I told her Dexter was waiting at the border, she’d come, rash or no rash. But I didn’t push it. I just said goodbye and left. My pack, Grimhowl, is one of four in Craig Woods. We occupy the southern territory. Our neighboring packs are Emberfang, Dreadmoon, and Valeblood. We share a border with Valeblood, a river dividing the two lands.

he said softly. Evelyn followed his attention. “And does it feel like they are connecting?” He hesitated. “No,” he said. “It feels like they are deciding where they end.” A silence followed. But now silence had tension again. Not conflict. But separation pressure. Lucien spoke quietly. “Boundary emergence is beginning.” Elara nodded. “Yes. Edge-to-edge definition is initiating.” Rowan muttered. “So we’re getting borders now.” Serah corrected. “Proto-borders.” The Blood God spoke.

I needed clarity. Back at the Riverdale stronghold, a war council was already forming. The Great Hall buzzed with tension. Elders, commanders, and representatives from allied packs gathered around a long table. Maps were spread out. A fire crackled in the hearth. “We’ve confirmed five different border attacks over the past two nights,” Commander Theon reported. “He’s testing our perimeter.” “And sending assassins into our crypts,” I added, taking my seat beside Xander. Elder Marrow grunted. “That’s sacrilege. A crime punishable by fire.”

"I declined the offer. I must go home." Rondolf stopped Rula. Was about to speak, but a loud shout startled Rondolf and Rula. “The border is penetrated! Save Luna Mate!” “The border is penetrated! Protect the reincarnated Goddess Luna!” “Someone's coming,” Rondolf whispered. Rula stared at him. "How do you know? “I can smell it, Rula.” Rondolf walked towards the large window at their side. “Therians.” Next.

The three of them travelled to the dark part of the Realm through a unique type of portal, one that could only portal a few at a time, as it was small enough to remain unnoticeable by Fae Elders and the Queen. Lord Umbra persuaded them that the best course of action was to help him weaken the border between the two parts of the Realm. This would allow a few of his unique creatures to get through. Any deaths from them would help scare Mother's subjects, and the Council could use this opportunity to take over ruling with Duan or Neri as a puppet monarch. "What made you think that Lord Umbra wouldn't completely take over and either kill every Light Fae or transform them into the hideous creatur

Whatever I said, she earned it. But a sulking wolf who refuses to shift is a problem. I have a border to inspect and no fur to do it in—so I’ll go as a man. Thank the Goddess this morning’s combat training was human-form only; an Alpha who can’t shift in front of his own warriors is an Alpha with a target on his back. “Damn it. Ten already this week,” Brian, my beta, growls. I crouch to examine the corpse. Three more bodies at the border, the puncture of fang marks at the throat, the blood already dried.

--- *Part 2: Official Border Rebuild – 9:00 AM, One Week Later* Garrison 10 had been cleaned for the meeting. Banners hung from the walls—Crown blue, Thorne silver, Kael black with silver thread, Lyra green. The courtyard had been swept. The ward posts had been scrubbed until the stone shone. It still smelled like stone and sweat and old blood if you knew what to look for. Elara stood on the wall with Darius at her shoulder. Below them, representatives from all four houses waited in the courtyard. No weapons drawn. No posturing. “This border hasn’t been unified in fifty years,” Elara said, voice carrying without needing to shout. “That ends now.”

There are less natural defenses between Nix and Boren, so the Dukes charged with protecting Illure have spent generations building towers, reinforcing their castle and stretching walls across the border. It’s still easier to cross the border here than in Madder, if you’re not entirely human. You should have done this before the wedding. Moira’s voice is clipped in my mind. Believe me, I tried. I reply, tired. Moira doesn’t keep her judgements to herself.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

She kept looking at Yarsi, as if she hoped for something else. He felt how the Border suddenly trembled, began to sag, as if something was torn with force, ripped open by monstrous claws of pain ... And this something was its own essence, its part. Now he fully felt how one with Reeta. His body convulsed, Yarsi struggled to stand on his feet, clenched his teeth. Nearby, the undead howled with wild voices. The sorceress screamed furiously, adding more passes. The border moved even further into Reeta and stopped almost in front of Yarsi.