Irken Outcast Novels & Stories

"If you don't use that empty head of yours and get that bastard to sleep with you, I'll kill you myself." "Liam, that's not going to happen!" I cried, tears burning down my cheeks. "He'll never touch me, alright!! Just forget your stupid plan! Just kill me and get it over with!" Rage and despair twisted inside me like twin blades. My father. My brother. Their lust for power had thrown me into this hell. 'I hated them!' "Don't be so damn weak, Rissa!" he barked. "You're Gamma's daughter. Prove you're not just the Outcast Luna! Prove you deserve to be Luna of this pack!"

Had someone been here looking for something? I couldn’t pick up another scent, so maybe I was imagining things, maybe it had always been like that. Irina starts stirring, slowly sitting up, she apologies for what happened and rubs her eyes. She asks me where the letter is, and I retrieve it for her. She scans over it again, a deep frown forming “Who are the guardians?”

She counterattacked by firing multiple sparks that burned him. Irina lost control as MANA exploded. Even so, she still had nowhere to go, the area was all dead, she also burned everything mistakenly, Irina ran into the forest hoping to find a peaceful place. There she met Mr. Neck, an independent wolf hunter who later founded the organization.

But somewhere along the way, we stopped being a family at all and started becoming pieces in someone else’s game. Not anymore. I get up. Pull on a cloak. Quiet steps, quiet breath. Tomorrow, we break Darian out. And after that, we find Iris.

Isak Emma smiled one more time, and said, “It’s all going to be okay.” And he entered the Iron cage. Mannon Adolpha yelled, unleashing the raw magic that had she had welled up inside, and hurled it all at Kera Asgorn, “Get away from him.”, she yelled, sparks of dark magic, hitting raw magic, fire exploding everywhere, the Witch passing out, however it wouldn’t stop Iranna Asgorn, from catching a glimpse of her father, as he got into the portal with Isak Emma, trapped in an Iron cage, things couldn’t really be more worse.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Callum Pierce, my childhood friend, sat beside the bed. When he saw me wake up, joy lit up his face. "Stella." My whole body was still shaking violently. It felt as if I could still see those men touching me. Callum immediately held me as I lost control. "It's all right. I've already sent them to prison. "And I had those photos swapped out. Everything taken to the auction was edited fake material."

And somehow that anchors me. “In the end, Iris returned,” Luke says. “The goddess brought her back. But we didn’t know who she was. Not at first. And by the time the truth came out, thanks to Erianna and the former oracle, Erianna had already grown too spiteful. Too consumed.” His voice hardens. “That’s when Ephraim ceased the opportunity.” At the name, something in me snaps to attention. “Ephraim Herewit,” Luke says. “Iris’s stepbrother. He hated Gerald. Hated Iris. We don’t know how he and Erianna became involved, but they mated. Built an underground army. Tried to take over the pack.”

They love it, buying a house away from all the New York noise and settling for a beautiful home out in the country. "Ok, I guess it's time we make our way out before we lose our plane. You guys ready? Say bye to mom and dad?" Loretta says to Aiden and Emily. They stand, Aiden is a bit reluctant to turn off his game until Jake gives him the look. He gets serious, but honestly Aiden has just as big of a temper as he does. Aiden turns off his console and walks towards us.

I grumbled. I got out of bed slowly. My morning breath stank and that wasn’t the worst part. There was no water to parch my taste. This may not be a good sign. I better not dwell on the negative aspects of my life consistently. I was miserable, yes, but I shouldn’t make it habitual if I need to survive. I finally opened the door for Ifunanya. She was dressed in skimpy wear that left nothing to the imagination. I swallowed hard as I stepped aside for her to come in.

Her eyes were stormy grey, fierce despite the thinness of her frame. “You two don’t look like much,” she said, voice sharp. “Thanks,” Ryan muttered. She didn’t smile. “I’m Nyra. Leader of the Cast-Out.” “The Cast out? But you’re Lunar Sentients. I recognize your magic.” Ryan asked. “We are not Lunar Sentients. We’re definitely not loyal to Queen Seraphina because she didn’t welcomed us in Moon Shadow. We weren’t welcome anywhere other than here. We’re the ones she deemed unfit. The ones too wild, too strange, too powerful to control.”