An Outcast In Another World Novels & Stories

“C-Can you repeat your words just now?” Kazal pursed his lips. Just which part of his explanation that he couldn’t understand? "...I am a person from another world.” “Are you serious?” Kazal blinked his eyes. What he said might actually be a huge thing for Shawn. He tried to make sure that everything he said didn’t sound too outlandish, but he didn’t think that magical topic like transmigration could be that much of a bombshell. Even more so when he knew that Shawn could morph into a wolf beastmen.

“I can send you back to your old world. If you want to go back, I can help you. All I ask is that you let me separate your soul from the parasite called the system that was embedded within your soul.” The otherworlder looked at each other in amusement before laughing out loud. “Ah ha ha ha ha, Did you hear that? He said he will send us back! Who would want to return to the boring life like that?” One of the otherworlder said to his comrades. “He must have been terrified until his brain stop working properly. What a pity.”

In fact, 'lost' was an understatement. “Another world?” “Yeah,” Michael said, coming over to sit on one of the chairs in the dining room too, his face blank. “Another world that is really different from this one. There are monsters, far bigger and way more vicious than the ones we have here. In fact, you can say that we have no monsters here compared to what is obtainable on this other side.” “Are you guys joking with me?” Sophia asked unsurely. They did not seem to be joking.

This story always engulfs me and whisks me away to wonderland. Ragged footsteps and the sound of sloshing liquid pulls me out of the borrowed world. I look up to see a rough around the edges Aidan Gabriels. I also notice the liquid gold in his bottle. He must be out here to do the same thing I'm doing - Escape the world. I didn't realise I said anything until his eyes locked on mine. No turning back now.

“I don’t think that’s a deal you want to make. My shits pretty heavy.” He spits on his hand. “I, Aidan Gabriels, will be your hell buddy, Freya Hanning. For worse or the worst.” I spit on my hand and shake his. “And I, Freya Hanning, will be your hell buddy, Aidan Gabriels. To the depths of darkness and back.”

“You asked why this place was so dangerous for us. What danger could be lurking around in a seemingly peaceful area. There you have it.” Unfortunately, it seems neither were bright enough to catch on to the meaning behind my claim. “Um… What are you saying, sir?” Chris asked. “Simply put, if it hasn’t been obvious already, this here is not some hidden part of Mysta City, nor is it a hidden road to anywhere in our world.” “‘Our world’?” Sterling repeated in question. “That’s right… Not many people know about it, but that path? This road we’re taking? These take you to another world. One where monsters like werewolves roam about.”

Blake's face displayed a deep mix of empathy and curiosity, his eyes locked onto George as he absorbed the heart-wrenching narrative of George and Toby's separation. "After my harrowing escape from the clutches of those scientists, it was Matt who became my guiding light, helping me regain mastery over my inner beast. Those researchers had severely distorted my perception, making me believe that I was a wolf attempting to take on human form, rather than a human with the ability to harness the power of a controlled wolf."

The other side of his face was stuck in a demon like form a red eye, charred skin, and jagged teeth that couldn’t be covered by his lips. People stepped out of his way and made it a point to avoid him altogether, as if he had some sort of disease. Most demons that I had met could usually switch in and out of their demon forms, but he seemed to be stuck like this. Tyler eyed him for a long time, then nodded to Gregor, as if he accepted him unlike everyone else. Demons seemed to stick with their own kind sex demons with sex demons, wrathful demons with wrathful demons. I guessed, being a half-wolf, half-demon mix made Tyler an outcast too, just like Gregor seemed to be.

She spent the next few days at home. … Gwyneth went out to take the trash one evening, unaware that a man was hiding behind the bin. After tossing it out, she turned around, and the man sprayed something behind her. Her body went weak, and she passed out. When she woke up, she found herself tied up on a rooftop. The biting wind cut right through her. Liana sat across from her, legs crossed, watching her with an eerie, menacing stare. She had lost a lot of weight since her imprisonment, and her eyes carried the weight of everything she'd endured.

The air smelled faintly of lavender and sage. At the end waited a door carved with moons stacked like phases of breath. Alexander pressed his palm to it. The wood dissolved into light, and we stepped into another world. It was a cottage. Not the P*******t-fantasy kind. A real one, tucked inside the palace bones like the universe had hidden an entire fairytale here for emergencies.