Irken Outcast Novels & Stories

“Larken. He kidnapped us. Our guard was working for him. I have no idea where we are, Irina. Are you able to reach Jaul through the mind link?” I see her try, but she starts breathing a little panicked. “I can’t reach him. What if something happened? Are we too far away? Where the hell are we? Why am I strapped to this bed?” I hear chuckling from the shadows. “I’m getting my pack back, Irina. You and that abomination growing in your stomach are going to help me. Jaul will willingly hand the pack over to me, or I will have the good doctor here, rip it out of you. After that, I will go back and get Romy back under my thumb to serve me.”

"The estate is on total lockdown. No one goes out without a guard escort." Eileen turned to Myra, a desperate light in her eyes. "Help me escape." Myra let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Escape? In this guarded estate? You’re joking. You can’t do that." "You can come and go as you please because you're a guest," Eileen said, moving closer to her friend. "If I pretend to be you, I can get past the gate. We’re almost the same height and build." Myra looked skeptical. "And how exactly are you going to pull that off?"

Cast out like a stray dog. Her jaw clenched as she thought of Trixie, standing tall in the hall, pups safe in her arms, the pack cheering her name. That should have been her place. Mira had given years to the pack, her blade, her blood. And yet one woman,an outcast, had undone it all. Beside her, Kira stumbled on the rocks, her breath shaky. “Mira… what do we do now?” Mira didn’t look at her. Her eyes were fixed on the dark line of trees ahead. “We survive.”

Zarae produced her staff as she did a pole vault from the roof which propelled her forwards and landed of the shifter with a kick to the face. Terra got to her side as she held him down in an arm lock, she froze his hands together, rashkov was calling in reinforcements as terra dragged him up and removed his hood, he was bald under, a tattoo of some beast drawn over his face, he continually licked his lips like some sort of reptile. "Who are you?!" she asked I'm anger, He chuckled darkly, "Ikira, my name is not important, what is important is the outbreak that will bring down the whole elemental community in a matter of hours" he said,

Leo smiled placing a kiss on my lips, his words sweet as I rested my forehead on his. “The Outcast Claimed by the King.” I smiled looking that very King in the eyes, after twenty years of searching… I’d found my place. ~The End~

And within a week, five of the Circle’s inner sanctums were destroyed. Not by enemies. By her. She broadcast her message from the ruins of a fallen tower: “Maddox built us in cages. The Circle tried to chain us. But I was born free of both.” “Join me. Or fall like them.” Eira’s uprising began with the rogue clones — failed versions, discarded projects, cybernetic half-breeds who'd been living in exile. And when she marched them to Velgrave’s gates… She didn’t attack. She smiled.

I got to a clearing that led to the main road and whipped across it in a flash but something knocked me across it. I skidded across the ground and landed on something hard. I felt my bond with the pack snap officially declaring me a rogue. My body felt numb and the throbbing in my head increased. I felt someone nudging me in my head and I tuned to it. I am Iris, your wolf. I felt hands carry me, I could hear everything but I refused to open my eyes. My body pain was gone but I refused to show it. I opened my eyes slowly and I was marveled by the beauty that adorned the room. My room was beautiful back at my old pack but this was simply exquisite.

On the other side lay the wasteland Fenris had created through his own hubris—a landscape of gray dust and skeletal branches that rattled like teeth in the wind. I stood at the center of the bridge that spanned the Dividing River. The water below was black and sluggish on the Silver Crest side, but as it flowed beneath my feet, it sparkled with the iridescent clarity of Kaelen’s alchemy. Behind me stood my legion. They were no longer the gaunt, trembling refugees who had crawled into my ravine. They were the Vanguard of the Outcasts. Dressed in boiled leather and shadow-fur, their eyes held a terrifyingly calm light. They didn't growl or snap; they stood with the disciplined silence of those

With all the officers down, I look toward the crowd of people as they all step back. Holding out my hand, I turn the speakers on. "Bow before me," I order, "Bow. Now!" The people scream as they drop to their knees. While they drop to their knees, sensors in the armor come on, showing me four dots directly behind me. "The OutCasts," I say, turning around. "A pleasure to meet most of you for the first time." QuickShot:

Within this sanctuary, a partitioned room with a wooden wall and a secure door had been meticulously created, tailored to suit Lily's circumstances. Upon reaching the hideout, Jake's actions took on an even more ominous tone. Upon reaching the hideout, Jake put on her neck a clasp collar attached to a long iron chain. The resonant click of the lock on the clasp collar punctuated the finality of Lily's captivity and the closing of the door solidified her imprisonment within the sanctuary Jake and his pack had arranged.