Undertale Border Novels & Stories

I lean against the table, arms folded Infront of me on the table, everyone had their focus on me, wondering what I wanted to say. "How many borders do we have before shadow Moon's pack?" "Three borders, Alpha." That's right, we have three borders which leads to my pack. The Ever green border, The Shell border and the Crystalline border. Without having to ask, I knew the Evergreen border was the most used, because we shared the border with another pack which happened to be the one attacked by the rogues yesterday. Because of that, in the past, much pack warriors didn't bother with guarding the border because it was used as a means of exit and entrance for the pack members.

The terms were the distraction while she moved the real asset. “Where did she go,” Nolan said from directly behind me. His voice was controlled. Barely. The woman’s eyes moved to him. “I only heard part of it,” she said. “But the other guard — the young one who brought food sometimes — he said she mentioned the border temple.” She looked uncertain. “I don’t know what that means. I don’t know this territory.” I did. The border temple was old — pre-vampire-war construction, neutral ground by ancient agreement. Sacred enough that even vampire lords didn’t violate it casually.

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I contrary to what she thought, the Alphas are nice. “B-but, I’m from the different border. Can you tell me what border this?” She politely asked. The two Alphas looked at each other, “this border is East, the chief here is not easy to deal with. Please go home before one of his warriors see you, enemies are wandering around even the surrounding is bright.” “Then, can you guys help me where is the right path to go in the North border?” Again, Lucy said with shy expression. “Northern border? I’m sorry, we can’t help you with that. They become strict to everyone who enter the main gate, the shortcut passage is nowhere to be found. Since the two sons of the chief sneak around, they close their

They hadn't seen anything yet, but he urged them to be alert. ‘There are shadows at the Northern border,’ one warrior mindlinked. ‘Fuck! It may be a distraction. You all should be alert and do not leave your position. Get ready for them,’ Trent responded through the mindlink. Another mindlink broke in, then another. All border warriors mindlinked to give reports of what was happening. Trent stayed still in his tracks and calculated where the intruders were likely to enter. With a concerned look, Zora asked, "Why did we stop?"

northeast sector. Jeremy has sent warriors. I'm going, too!" I jumped up. grabbing Mark by the collar "If I lose one. ONE ... of my people, you are a dead man!" And we ran for the border. This is not how I saw this day going. Reaching the border, we arrived just as 50 rogues charged from the wood line. Halfway to our border's edge, everyone of them slammed into an invisible wall. Our people looked back at their Luna. She smiled and waved "Shield... just a little one gonna keep them out, but y'all can go through it" And we laughed.

“Let me pass? Like a spell?” Cole nods, reluctantly. “Something changed after the last skirmish twenty-two years ago. The border isn’t just enchanted anymore, it’s sentient. A living barrier. It can feel your presence. If you’re not invited in, you either get turned around… or worse.” Atlas’s jaw tightens slightly. “You should have led with that.” Cole shrugs, unrepentant. “I wasn’t sure she’d listen.” “I always listen,” I say sharply. “I just don’t always obey.”

I read them both twice. One of our trackers hadn’t reported back. Last seen near the southern edge of the territory, not far from the old mill path. The other report was stranger. Symbols found near the eastern border. Not ours. Not even old ones from past enemies. Just… something else. Crude. Deliberate. Drawn deep into the dirt like someone wanted us to find them. My fingers brushed the edge of the paper. I didn’t need a council meeting or five elders to tell me what I already knew. Someone was testing the limits—our borders, our unity, me.

“We’ve also stationed some soldiers at the border in case we need reinforcements.” I feel more reassured with the new information and flash an optimistic smile at Alexander. Hours later, we reach the border of the two realms, and I can see the difference between them. On one side, the lush green and order of Veridiana. On the other, Syltirion, a land steeped in decay. The houses near the border look like ghosts of themselves, their walls cracked and windows broken. The air is heavy, as if something invisible and malevolent hovers there. “I didn’t think the kingdom was this decrepit,” Caelum comments, and for the first time, I hear a note of genuine concern in his voice. He parks the car insi

Liam gave me the cold shoulder for three months because of this. He only stopped making a fuss once my mother transferred the villa’s ownership to both of us.