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.

“Try me.” He gave a tired smile. “Maybe I am just the scape goat used to disrupt things so that I can help you see the real traitor.” “Okay… I definitely wasn't expecting that answer.” “You still don’t get it, Ghost. You think you’re fighting me but you’re fighting the wrong man. The actual person who sold you out isn’t the one bleeding in your bed. The cover up plan is.” His voice faded. “And you trust them too much to see, that's the problem.”

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.

As soon as we stepped into the yard, the delicious smell of roasted turkey hit me. An elderly woman with silvery hair was standing at the kitchen door, smiling at us. "Melissa, you're back. And who's this?" she asked. Her gaze fell on me, and she said happily, "Oh, my. You brought home such a handsome young man this year." Hearing that, my cheeks flushed, and I lowered my head. "Grandma, this is my friend, Zachary Jensen," Melissa said with a smile. "That's wonderful. Come in and warm yourselves," the elderly woman said. She was later introduced to me as Dorothy Foster.

“With the Sorrentino family in its current state, which mafia family in New Haven would take you? “You may have polished yourself in Nassau, but to real families like ours, you’re nothing. “All these years, climbing upward, wasn’t it to prove something to me? To get my attention?” As if to prove his point, he took out his phone and held it before me. On the screen was my social media profile. The bio had five words: Waiting for a dawn. Nico smiled like a victor. “Waiting five years, what else could it be? You’re clearly waiting for me to change my mind, to give you that ‘dawn.’ “Lena, admit it. You can’t forget me. Everything you’ve done was for me to see.”

'''' He went out and I was still thinking what happened? I thought he would be rude and he will humiliate me and force me tonight but there he was going out of the room and I was still not understanding him. That man was so unpredictable. One moment he was acting like a beast and the next moment he was so caring and then he was showing that he didn't even care if I exist. What was he ?? What was ge trying to do???? I had the food and I saw the medicine in the tray. They might be for my wound. I didn't take them at first. But as the night was getting colder I started feeling more pain and then i took it and lie back and still it was getting more colder and colder.

Rick Stetson rode very faraway from Redwood City, he couldn't bear being called a murderer, he felt so guilty for what he had done, so he moved to a very distant land where no one knew him, so he could start anew. He knew Iris loved him so much, and he loved her too, he wasn't always like that. But things changed when he was going through a lot. The real reason was that he lost a lot of money and this got him to do things he wasn't used to.