An Outcast In Another World Novels & Stories

Each word was a dagger, sharpened by years of disappointment—not just from my classmates, but from the entire pack. I wasn’t just an outcast. I was an embarrassment. I kept walking, chin up, even though my chest tightened with the familiar ache of being unwanted. It wasn’t just school— I felt it at home, too. Once, I had been someone’s world. My father had never looked at me like I was broken. He used to tuck me into his arms, brushing his calloused fingers over my hair, whispering, “It’ll come, little wolf. Some take longer.”

I don’t belong in this world. I just want to go back home. Just then, a loud clap of thunder shakes the building and rain pours from the sky. I jump at the sound. That literally came out of nowhere. “She’s not a witch,” Forrest says to Bridget, defending me. “And if you were a good shifter, you’d be able to smell it.” I’m glad he says it, but I still feel guilty. This is the kind of girl he’s been waiting on and now he’s stuck with me.

he tells me and places my hand between his, "my life was not easy. When my mother died, I was homeless for a while, until the system caught me up and I started living in foster homes. But that wasn't my thing, so I ran away and went back to living on my own. I will not tell you what I did, I will just tell you that I was not a good person." "Living with the outcasts on the last mission made me remember the times when I was homeless. These people are not good or bad, Bianca, they are just people with a bad situation. They do what they do to survive. That's why it bothered me when I saw how the Silver Pack guard tricked them into catching them. They are given makeshift houses and food, and whe

Where do humans go when they die? There exists another world, almost parallel to the human realm, known by its inhabitants, for lack of agreement on any other name, as the Otherworld. In this world exists many fantastical things, gods, and creatures of legend. Humans are reborn into this world when they die. If they were old when they passed they return to their youth, and if they were sickly they are healed, regardless of where they get sent. Humans who come to the Otherworld this way are called "Reborn"

He says using our mind link. I hear him utter a deep sighed and turn his back on me. His swift strides show that he is furious. I continue with my pace going outside the store. There's no way I will go back to the Ehtrehto Edis, the world that I abandoned. It's a world far from what a human mind could imagine. It is in the other dimension and is composed of four main empires; the Ignis Hella, Aqua Edis, Terra Hella, and Aero Edis. A once wonderful, sparkling, and brightly lit up place until the Aquans showed their greed. I've been in this human world for almost ten years. I was only thirteen then, when I managed to escape from the Aquan general, Thud. They killed my family and chased after m

"But- why didn't you come when I called you?" "I'm on the other side of the world, and can't hear you." Erick's eyes stared closely at the beautiful face that was not far from him. "So, who is the vampire that killed those people." "They are from the Outcast group, humans who are bewitched to become vampires. Usually Outcasts have wild souls that cannot be restrained from looking for prey, they are more dangerous than pure vampires," explained Erick, still at home stroking his soft cheek. "But, who bewitched-"

I was pertaining to the world where I came from. "Never. You were a rare case since you were an outsider but we, Mysticuria Citizens, do not entertain such an idea. We just know that somewhere, there are other people who are inferior to us. The world outside is full of powerless humans and besides, it is almost impossible for us to find the way out. We are sealed off and we don't care about the mystic-less world." I scoffed at the reasoning. "How prejudiced."

Like a glitch that didn’t belong. He ran toward it. When he reached the crack, the world trembled violently. The light flickered, and the whispers in the air grew louder. A low static hum filled his ears. He reached out and touched the blue light — and for a split second, he saw another world flicker through it. Not gold. Not perfect. Just real. He could see rain. Skyscrapers. The old city. His chest tightened. “It’s the outside world,” he whispered. “The real one.”

Slayman asked wondering why someone in their right senses wouldn’t enjoy somewhere like this. Even he –the tough guy—enjoyed it, not to talk less of a pig wearing a vest. “Place too nice. Many worlds in spirit world. Me world dark. Me world for evil people. Me world for bad people.” “So there are many more worlds in the spirit world, that are evil?” Ethan asked. Grayscale nodded. “Me place for bad people, here for good.” The pig looked at the place again and frowned. “Me take you to Jonathan.”

Jamal POV Now the Outback was a place for traitors and those who were accused and found guilty of mutiny. However, those sorts were sure to not survive in the face of others such as the witches and wizards of dark magic that were also sent here as punishment. From word-of-mouth sources, it was also speculated that tiny communities were formed by these outcasts to help their chances of survival. This I could support. On the first night, I saw campfires burn and after making sure that the White Witch was still in my sight, I followed them to come into a small town. Not too small to overlook, but not too big to take notice of. I came as close as I could dare but had to keep my distance. I would