Another Name For Outcast Novels & Stories

Her mother was a teacher and her father was part of the border protection team. “Was?” Mary interrupted. “Was.” Damon said sadly. “They were on a trip and were attacked by rouges.” “Rouges?” Mary interrupted again. “Rouges are wolves with no pack, outcasts, criminals. The longer they are on their own the crazier they go. We are meant to be part of a pack and do not do well alone.” “Humm.” Mary said sarcastically.” I have been alone my whole life and I do just fine, I am not crazy!”

Perhaps it was the thought that high school was ending soon or the closer they were moving to my limit, but without realizing it, I found myself stomping on the paper ball, flattening it to the ground with my shoes. “Oooh, Outcast Olive has a temper!” Breanna mocked, making light of my annoyance towards their behavior. “Outcast Olive?” Joshua asked her, hearing of her nickname for me for the first time. Breanna shrugged her shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious? She’s like an untouchable leper.” “Ouch. It’s that going too far?” he replied, much to my surprise.

I think out loud and the women all look at me like I’ve grown three heads and horns. “Usually the members give them their names. For example, Mav got his road name as Outlaw because he didn’t give a fuck for the law and was a nomad for a few years. Harry, my brother, got his name Wild Child because he is just that a Wild Child. Hound, well he got his because he was like a dog in heat.” Harmony says and I hum nodding my head. “How did Lucky get his?” I ask and Harmony smiles at me.

I stopped from speaking and faced her again. "That was all the members of the Werewolves packs?" she asked me. "There was actually this called the Rogues." "Who are they?" "Rogues are actually those wolves that have been outcast or left their packs." "It's like a human being when it comes to them, there are also outcasts." "Yeah." "So what else are you talking about them?"

By the way, have you heard of the banished? I furrowed my eyebrows with the question. "Banished? I haven't heard of that." "They are the people who are kicked out of the ruling families. Banished are those who were once nobles and then they were disowned. I haven't told you my full name yet, right?" "Not yet."

The illusion Duncan and the others stared at me, not wanting me to leave. But there was a little child who watched me from time to time. The child had no face and no known gender. They stood at a far distance like a shadow, watching and waiting. Lylah’s cries from the outside blended with mine inside the illusion. Selfish. That should have been my second name. I shouldn’t have been born. If I hadn’t, maybe everything would have been alright. Wouldn’t it? An outcast. A devil. Everyone around me gets hurt and broken. Fighting hasn’t done any good. It only keeps breaking things over and over until there was no piece left.

“I don’t know what I am going to do. I tried talking to him but he wouldn't listen to me. He already made up his mind. I either go to Andres or be without a pack. What do they call shifters without packs? Rogues, right?” I never thought a day would come where I would be a rogue. Aren’t those ones who ran away from their pack? I didn’t run away. I was thrown out. there should be a separate name for those who got wrongly thrown out of their packs. “You are not going to become a rogue, Dani. Stop saying that. I am sure there’s a way to fix this.” I wish there was. Okay, there’s actually a way but I know that that bastard won’t agree. My only choice isn’t even a choice. That bastard will never l

Rogue werewolves. Rogues are such pathetic creatures, honestly. That's what everybody always liked to call them. Savages, outcasts, total failures. Wolves that just couldn't fit into any proper pack. The kind that broke too many rules, crossed too many lines, or were simply not worth keeping around. Some of them were real criminals, sure. But others were just useless omegas like Lana had been. I never once imagined that I would end up working with them or forming any kind of alliance with the likes of those dirty creatures. Funny how things can change so fast when you really need something.

Fred said, his playful tone dropping into something more serious. "I need them more!" Cassandra snapped. She felt a surge of protectiveness over her patient. "Your sister just came out of prison, and she’s developed a stress-rash. I need to formulate a new cream for her skin before it gets worse!" The playfulness vanished from Fred’s face instantly. He straightened up, his eyes widening. "W-What? Aubrey... was in prison?" Cassandra crossed her arms, her finger pointing accusingly at Fred’s chest. "So the rumors are true? You really treated her like an outcast in the BloodMoon Pack? You didn't even know?"

He started going to church, became more religious, hoping that one day he will overcome his addictions and lead a better life. He changed his surname from Stetson to Solomon, he felt the name was tainted with blood. TWO YEARS LATER Rick Stetson who now goes by the name Rick Solomon was in a church, putting on a tuxedo suit, looking different and waiting patiently for someone. The entire congregation was filled waiting as well, the door to the room church opened and a young lady dressed in white short dress walked in holding a flower, she smiled seeing him standing there looking beautiful and strong.