Brotherhood Outcasts Novels & Stories

Swearing and shouting erupted within the van, their voices laced with frustration and anger. The driver slammed on the brakes, bringing the van to a screeching halt. The doors swung open, and the men spilled out, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of determination and fury. They were not about to let their prized subject slip away so easily. They had devoted countless hours to studying lycanthropy, to capturing and experimenting on those afflicted with the curse. George was a valuable asset, and his escape threatened to unravel their carefully constructed plans.

Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder positioned themselves at the forefront, their powerful forms radiating a fierce protectiveness. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant howls of the approaching enemy. The shadow of leadership had fallen upon me, not by title, but by the power that coursed through my veins and the unwavering trust in the eyes of those who stood beside me. And in that moment, I knew that we would face whatever came our way, not just as individual packs, but as a unified force, bound by loyalty, love, and a shared determination to survive. The final reckoning was at hand.

"No. It means we do not leave anyone behind. Listen up here, Silent because I don't want to repeat myself. I may have been against you working with us at the start. I still am but for the time being, you are one of us. You are an Outcast, and we Outcasts help one another. So lead the way. You and the rest of the team can fight in front. I'll cover us from the rear." I stare at an exhausted, slouching QuickShot who is using her bow as more of a walking stick than an actual bow. I look her in the eyes, and then in the eyes of the other threes. "As a knight," SpeedBlade says, stepping forth. "I am to give my life to my fellow warrior." "As an elf," JumpStart goes on, raising his hand. "Well, we

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

Wonder if the illegitimate Vale brother will be invited to the wedding lol. My brows drew together.. Illegitimate Vale brother. Dorian only ever said he had one sibling. A sister who lived in Italy. I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen with my phone in my hand. I placed a kettle on cooker and opened my browser. I typed: Vale family illegitimate son. The first page was filled with results. Old interviews. Poor quality photographs. Lawsuit. SECRET CHILD? VALE FAMILY SCANDAL. BILLIONAIRE HEIR DISPUTE.

He decreed. Blake stood up, “ I have a triad of men who would be perfect for the scout group. They are not our pack member but I trust them explicitly ” He said with a nod, as he got ready to leave, and seeing Gerrard questioning look he stopped and turned back to the desk.“ They are Rogues” he explained, “but not as you or I know them, they are brothers who live outside the pack boundaries. They keep to themselves and are not interested in crisis with any peaceful pack. They helped me once when I got into trouble with so many enemies and a pup and asked in return that I some never tell anyone of their whereabouts as they did not want to suffer from the surrounding packs. I have remained fri

They were nothing but lost wolves, wandering the South without any purpose. Cain approached me, cautiously. “Sir, they’re retreating. We should take this to our advantage and go after them. Take them down before they can regroup.” Shaking my head, my gaze locked on the shadows where the outcasts were retreating, “Leave them. They were promised things, and the one who promised it can’t provide it anymore.” “What if they return?” Cain argued. “They will. But not for us. They had enough for now. They were once part of a pack and now they don’t know what to do with themselves.”

The great Antonio Castello had once called it a weakness. And he was right. Only he didn't get to live long to find out that the Slovakian bullet that drilled a hole right into his head had been carefully branded by one of his own. His brother, one of my fucking uncles who'd been stupid enough to be a traitor. He had shaken hands with the enemy and had planned to wipe out the entire Castello line and take the reins of the underworld. Unfortunately, he had gotten my father and brother and could have almost killed me if I hadn't escaped with a bullet to my arm. The brotherhood only initiated boys from the age of fourteen, if they survived the initiation.

I say to Velkan, Andrew, and Frans, "the light is burning my mother's and my brothers' eyes. Then they take them off and I put the shirts on their faces until they can adjust their vision. Another line of guards is waiting for us outside, all with electric batons, so many of the outcasts transform into wolves and continue the battle, the weaker ones escaping taking advantage of the fact that the guards are busy. Velkan and Frans stay behind protecting mom and my siblings. I also see some guards deserting the front row, seeing the ferocity of the outcasts fighting for their freedom and their lives. I'm sure the guards are thinking which is worse, fear of Einar or fear of prisoners out for rev

The sun hangs low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of blood and fire. I stand at the edge of the rogue camp, watching sixty outcasts prepare for a battle most of them won't survive. They check weapons, tighten armor, say quiet goodbyes to friends who might become corpses by nightfall. Nobody questions why they're risking their lives for a pack that would kill them on sight. Maybe because outcasts understand better than anyone what it means to fight for something bigger than themselves.