Another Name For Outcast Novels & Stories

"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-"

Ariana's soft-spoken words made Gerald furrow his brow. "Can you imagine how clever that kid was to give us nicknames?" Ariana sighed. "Then I started hanging out with Jody, and our nickname changed to 'the outcast trio.' At first, I didn't understand the meaning behind it all until I found out shortly after Tanisha's mother died, that chatty kid disappeared.

Honestly, I was prepared for the worst. I'm Amelia Goose, and there's one thing I was very good at doing; managing the situation. The problem was that most times, the situation was not always in my favor. In this case, being an outcast made me do things that I never would have thought about doing. I didn't have a choice, it was the only thing on my palms for survival. I had to do a lot of minimal jobs in scrubs and at different places too in the Tribe. I had to survive—It was the theme of my life. I was already thinking hard about what was going to happen when I finally reached my workplace.

I asked curiously, examining his features. “Obviously not,” he responded. “My name is Matthew. I'm a new outcast from the Moonblessed pack. I'm guessing you're new outcasts too. The only difference is I've been out here for four nights and I've learnt a little about rogue life.” “We didn't ask for your name and you've already introduced yourself,” Alia said with a harsh tone. “What if we are rogues?” Matthew chuckled. “Rogues can't be stupid enough to be out in the wild this dark in the night.”

It’s men like Conrad. I read his file. Men like him are pathetic. He was collecting a check for caring for Sinclair, but she grew up looking poor, while his kids were dressed in the nicest clothes. You could tell from school yearbook pictures the immediate difference. “Cross,” I began. “Tell me what you know about Sinclair Cross.” “Sinner? That’s why I’m here? What has she done?” He asked in rapid succession. “Sinner?” “That’s her nickname.” “Explain to me how she came to be in your care for years,” I ordered.

I was lucky to have a hold of him on the phone, I told him everything, he promised to leave his house immediately _ nevertheless, when we got there, it was a bloody scene to behold. Derek had killed Alpha chase and he's now heading to the next person on his list. Alpha ken, should be a tough nut to crack because he was as young as I am. We got to his place and he was already holding two heads of Derek's quads . " Who are this people?" . After we arrived he asked me.. He tossed the head's on the ground and it rolled over to my direction.. " They're known as outcastes". I answered. " Outcastes? Weren't they banished? What are they still doing here?". He grabbed his handkerchief from his back p

I don’t know who that man is but I am very sure he spells trouble for me; I have only been here two years and not eager to leave yet. The werewolf laws states that any wolf without a pack to belong to is a rogue, and being a rogue is a bad thing. It’s like labelling the words ‘outcast’ on your forehead, everyone avoids rogues. Most of them are banished pack members sent away for doing bad things. I have tried not to think about it, but I cannot shake the dismay that I am now a rogue, running from my past. It tore me to shreds when I first got here but I soon learned to live without family you can depend on.

Isabella said with mock sympathy, "you truly believe anyone would believe your word over ours? The pack leader and his family trust us far more than they'd ever trust you." The sting of her words cut deep, and I struggled to hold back the tears that welled up in my eyes. They weren't just mocking me; they were rubbing my outcast status in my face. "Why do you hate me so much, Isabella?" I implored, my voice trembling. "I don't deserve this. I'm not the thief. Why can't you see that?" Isabella's face twisted into a cruel sneer. "Because you're an outcast, Alyssa. You don't belong here. You're nothing."

“Your wolves follow you. Mine trust me. We unite the cliques that still remain. If we wait too long, we’ll be nothing but ashes on Balthazar’s boots. You've heard what he can do. I've seen it first hand and it's very ugly. We need this." There’s a pause. I pace. This is madness. But it makes a sick kind of sense. “Elisha?” I ask. He’s quiet. “It’s insane. But… maybe insane is what we need.” Rock sighs. “We’ll need a name.” Ryker grins. “Something that reminds everyone what we are.” “Outlaws,” Claw suggests, grinning. “Hellfang,” Elisha offers. “Shadowhowl,” Rock adds.

For a man in his forties, he’s handsome with an almost playful and carefree glint in his eyes. He’s got a large and broad body, toned perfectly with bulky muscles that make him look tougher and stand out in any room. This is the man I’ve strived so much for over 17 years to impress, desperately waiting for the day he recognizes me… My adoptive father. I clear my throat, staring away again “What’s a Xenos by the way?” He asks, probably after being called it a few times. “Locals refer to outsiders as Xenos. Anyone that isn’t recognized as a member of the pack is bullied — most times, severely and ostracized from social events.” I explain in depth.