Brotherhood Outcasts の小説・ストーリー

The kingdom teetered, cracks forming in the very foundations as our fury spread. Cassidan was still weak from his torture but fueled by the same fire, had slipped out to the borders. He was rallying rogues, outcasts we'd banished years ago, wolves without packs who'd lingered in the wilds. I felt it through our brother bond, faint but fierce: him calling them in, promising vengeance against the cousins and Blackthorn invaders exploiting the chaos.

Franklin’s voice was loud as he looked around the den. “I choose to be cast out.” Carl announced and within five minutes, every member of the former Southern Alaskan pack had become outcasts with us. Alexander’s rage had taken over and I could see his emotions clearly now. I was certain as well that Malachi could hear him too. I had never in my life been as proud as I was when Carl and the other members had announced their decision. This was our family, our pack. I walked out of that den, Malachi’s arm over my shoulder as a proud outcast.

"I don't want to know what the Red Brotherhood may have brought good to the rich. I know what she did to the poor. I know what she did to the people I loved. And nothing that comes from easy money, it's something you should be proud to do. All the people related to that Brotherhood are crazy to support a man like my brother. My father is getting what he deserves behind bars. Tell anyone who wants to know about it. He won't leave jail anytime soon, and I hope he rots there.” "It's not fair to think that way about the man who took such good care of you, Penelope," he said in the tone of someone who knows the other person very well. I took another step back, and ended up leaving the sidewalk. I

Outcasts rarely fought for the Alpha seat because they simply weren’t strong enough, but a whole pack of outcasts could oust an Alpha. “No. I think this is an outcast that just moved here and he wasn’t aware of another pack in the vicinity. He hasn’t done anything to warrant us scouting him out and as long as he doesn’t interfere with our ways, he can come and go as he pleases,” Malachi said. “Watch your back, Malachi. We both know what outcasts are capable of.” Michael’s voice was a little gruff. A few years earlier, Michael’s position as Alpha was threatened by an outcast. His family home had been scouted by two brothers, the elder one wanting the Alpha position. The claim had not been mad

“Your uncle may have elite forces under his control. But he does not realize… some of his enemies survived.” “What do you mean?” “This valley is where The Outcasts gather,” Dorian says while pointing at the map, his eyes gleaming wildly with excitement. “Former Alphas and elite soldiers who rebelled against Alpha Garson are hiding there.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “There is a good chance the people still loyal to your late father were exiled there as well,” Dorian continues. “No! They’re rogues! If we step into that place, they’ll tear us apart before we can even speak!” Alaric refuses immediately.

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

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp

“I want to be the one who takes my brother’s ashes.” Lexington immediately stepped out and blocked his path. “You will not defile his remains.” He growled, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with a venom that sent shivers rippling down Reginald’s spine. Yes they were both Alphas but Lexington’s wolf was older and stronger, Reginald stood no chance in a face off with his older brother and could only win if he stabbed him in the back.

Luis was a Brazilian Starback shifter, and his little overseas empire was welcome to do what they wanted once the Barinovs were eliminated or neutralized. His only concern was that the hotheaded Starbacks might draw the attention of the Brotherhood if they weren't careful. He'd faced the Brotherhood before, many centuries ago. He'd witnessed them slay dragons in Europe with cunning traps and deadly weapons. Even though they'd possessed the talents and intelligence of cavemen, the Middle Ages had somehow given these human mortals an unfair advantage. But today the Brotherhood was limited in their ability to fight the preternatural unless it was absolutely necessary. They were more concerned w

he asked. I smirked. An idea came into my mind. “Work with me.” He was confused for a moment. Then let out a small laugh, “You’re kiddin’, right?” “I’m not.” I stood up and locked the door of the club office. I told him the concept of Ringo Dingo and explained how does it work. For a minute or so, he was utterly shocked. “But that’s illegal!” “I know.” “And we are a Catholic school!” “I know.”