Another Name For Outcast Novels & Stories

"I'm from the Whitefang pack. I am–" She snorted, cutting me off. "At least you're not from that useless pack. The Halfcrest pack. Heaven knows even Xander wouldn't tolerate you if you were from there. Or worse, those uncultured bastards. The Black bane pack." Ophelia screwed up her nose in disgust. Even as she said the name of the outcast pack, a low shiver coursed through me and I suddenly remembered the dead bodies we had encountered on our way here, a testament of the poisoned abilities of the ‘uncultured bastards’.

That woman was my mother. If Lucien hated me, or even hated my mother, because of all that, I might be able to understand why. I furrowed my brow. “All this time, I always thought you guys didn’t have anything to worry about,” I said finally. “You were born strong. You have a great name. I thought there was no way you’d ever know what it’s like to be an outcast.” Elias didn’t interrupt. I bowed my head. “It turns out I was wrong.”

They call us osu. Nneoma gazed at him, her eyes squinting with emotions 'Oh…’ she sighed. Closing her eyes, she hugged Richard tightly, patting his back gently. She was silent for a few minutes. 'No, Richard, no…you are not an outcast,' she whispered to him. 'Rich,' she pulled back to look into his face. 'You are a victim of this obnoxious culture. You are not an outcast, neither you nor your family. If anyone out of ignorance, foolishness, wickedness or envy terms your family outcast, the person is terribly mistaken. We were discussing this issue sometime ago,' she told him.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

But they were listening. "Rogues," I elaborated, glancing at where Draven's group lounged. "When you're cast out for loving the wrong one or disobeying orders or just being how you are, who embraces you? The packs that cast you out? “Want to be another one of them kids who gets labeled a criminal for simply wanting some basic dignity?” Every question was a hammer blow. I saw wolves flinching. Saw that easy confidence in their eyes begin to crumble.

I followed her gaze, taking in the scarred faces, the quiet children, and the strange, empty stillness that hung over the entire valley. "We are the outcasts living in the Borderlands," Edith explained, her eyes fixing back on me with a heavy, piercing intensity. "The ones who were discarded because we didn't fit the grand designs of the great high houses. We are the broken, the wolfless, and the forgotten. If a wolf is crippled in battle, or a she-wolf loses her beast to a curse, the Alphas throw them to the rogues to preserve their pack's purity. Chief Rod brought us here instead. He built this sanctuary out of the dirt so the forgotten would have a place to live without being hunted. A he

That would give me just enough time to slip past the border, just enough time to escape the nightmare that had been my life since the triplets became Alphas. Ryder. Caden. Jaxon. The names echoed in my mind, each one sending a shiver down my spine. The memories were too vivid—each sneer, each taunt, each moment of humiliation they’d inflicted on me over the years. I was an omega, the lowest of the low in the pack. Weak, insignificant. Prey. That’s how they saw me, and they made sure I never forgot it. But after tonight, they wouldn’t have a target anymore. I’d be gone, far away from the pack that had broken me.

I retort to Jericho with a hint of sass in my voice. “Absolutely not, there's no chance,” Jericho chuckles. “By the way, what's your name, sweet pea?” I casually drop my name, saying, “You can call me Sable.” “Hey Sable, it's great to finally meet you! I'm curious, what brings you all the way out here?” Jericho inquires, standing right in front of me. “I quickly dashed away from the New Year's Party where my pack was gathered,” I confessed to Jericho, averting my gaze.