An Outsider Novels & Stories

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from th

"How can you say that?!" I bit my lip. Shit. Why did I said that? "I-I'm sorry, that just came out of my mouth," I apologized. Koko immediately changed the topic. "Do you know who gave it to you?" "No. But I'm sure they were outsiders." That was the first thing I noticed about the man. He has this strange aura that says he was not an ordinary person. And the girl, she looks foreign and has a strange pull. If she stands in the middle of a crowd,

“That’s the whole reason I talked these two bums into coming with me.” “I was thinking someplace a little more, um … upscale?” Fred rolled her eyes. “I’m not much of an outdoors girl. I grew up in Brooklyn.” “Where the wildlife consists of pigeons and stray cats?” Darnell checked a nonexistent hangnail. “Pretty much.” “Was he friendly?” Christa was leaning forward on the table. “What was he like?”

A Pack Beta's voice, thick with desperation, roared from the pursuit pack. The Rogue responded with a guttural, defiant snarl. I pressed my face into his thick, damp fur, Rogue? Savior? Enemy?, and tried to grip onto something. My fingers, numb and clumsy from the cuffs, fumbled uselessly. I looked down at his flank. Dark brown and gray, wild fur. Not Pack colors. He was an outsider, a complete unknown. Another twang. This one slammed into the thick trunk of a tree right next to my head, burying itself deep. Too damn close.

I did not care about life at the moment, I am just accepting things as they are. Strange, I can not see her. Suddenly the big man that loves to give us to strangers if they have given him something appeared from outside with a larger man than him. The man had almost red eyes, I would call them Grimson. He smelled like something dangerous, feral and I shouldn’t resist his command, well, not that I would anyway. I do as I am told, then I don’t get punished that much.

They look at me oddly as I climb out the car, maybe because I was a stranger, maybe not, but they were all humans here, I could scent that much until it hit me, her scent, she was here! Moving forward, I tried to follow my nose when I am stopped, a gun pointing at my face. “State your business outsider” he was an older man, thinning hair and light green eyes with blue flecks, but you could see how annoyed he was with my appearance. “I’m looking for someone” “Who?” I start to describe Irina and his eyes narrow at me, “What business do you have with her?” She was definitely here and they were protecting her, but from what exactly!

“You’re not just less of a disaster. You’re starting to look like one of us.” The words hit me harder than I expected. One of us. I wasn’t sure if he meant it literally or figuratively, but either way, warmth spread through my chest. For so long, I’d been the outsider—ignored by my family, humiliated by Savannah, and struggling to understand where I fit. And here was Lucas, Jaxon’s cousin, part of this secret world I was just beginning to glimpse, telling me I belonged. “Thanks, Lucas,” I said softly.

Luca Torres had burned my world and walked away from the ashes and life was giving me a shot to turn him to ashes too. Alighting, I stood in the shadows outside the garage, fingers flexing around my gun, watching him work like he was just another mechanic. He had grease on his hands and sweat on his brows. There was no sign of the monster that’d torn everything apart for me, just a man working his ass off. He bent over an engine, muttering under his breath, completely unaware that the karma had come knocking. I stepped forward trying to be as quiet as I could and stopped in front of him.

Whispers followed me everywhere. I kept walking like I hadn’t heard a thing. My chin was held up high and my eyes were straight forward. That was the only way to survive here, pretend their words slid right off me. But they didn’t. They dug deep into my skin, scraping at the part of me that already wondered if maybe they were right. I was an outsider. I didn’t belong here. And the harder I tried to blend in, the clearer it became that I couldn’t. I tried to keep busy. It was the only thing that helped.