Irken Outcast Novels & Stories

Iris says with a serious face, with her arms crossed above her chest “I don’t know Mother I don’t keep daily updates on your son” Jemima says disinterested in the conversation “He is your brother Jemima so I expect you to know where he goes and what he does, what use are you to me then” Iris says annoyed causing Jemima to roll her eyes “Anyways I don’t have much to say to you I have better things to do” Iris says whilst turning around to walk out the room “Love you to mother” Jemima says with a chuckle turning her attention back to her phone

The moment when she would leave behind the nightmare of her life and run away with Ryker, the only person who ever made her feel alive and loved. She hadn’t seen him for four days, but she trusted him completely. She knew he was busy arranging everything for their departure. He had told her to pack a small bag with some essentials and wait for Bernice, his friend and her only ally in the castle, to come and get her. Bernice would lead her through a secret tunnel beneath the castle that would take them to the fence, where one of Ryker’s trusted men would be waiting for her in a van. Then they would join the convoy that was transporting the golden-eyed eagle statue, a priceless artifact that b

Their eyes, a dozen pairs, felt like physical weights, dissecting me, judging me, searching for something to condemn. “Alpha Jaxon, Alpha Caden, Alpha Ryder,” said Elder Theran, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that filled the cavernous hall. He was a grizzled man, his face a roadmap of ancient scars, his eyes like sharpened stone, cold and unyielding. His gaze swept over the triplets, then settled, with deliberate slowness, on me. “And... Amara Rivers. Former Omega of the Crescent Moon Pack.”

"Why are you looking at me? You're the creator of all the characters. When it comes to this, your choice is unquestionable!" Melanie nervously gripped her clothes. "But what if the one we choose doesn't perform well?" Jamie waved it off. "If it doesn't work, we'll replace them. What's there to be afraid of? I'm one of the investors. If anyone's unhappy and wants to withdraw their investment, I can cover it. These are non-issues!" He always exuded confidence as if nothing ever caused him doubt or fear. Melanie looked at him, and her heartbeat began to slow down.

"But we're not going to let that happen. Tomorrow night, I'm getting you out of here. There's someone in the Outcast Lands who can help." "Who?" "I don't know yet. But the outcasts hate Damoew. He banished half of them for no reason. They'll want revenge." Theo released her arm. "Can you hold on one more day?" Jasmina looked down at the silver chains. One more day meant one more day of burning. One more day of her baby getting weaker. One more day closer to Arlene stealing everything. But it also meant one more day of being alive. "Yes," she said.

Judging from the lack of sunlight streaming through the rippling folds of the scarlet curtains, I had awoken before the sun began to rise. As soon as my eyes fluttered open, my heartrate increased. Thoughts and wild expectations of what the day would hold raced through my mind. Those who played Iridian in the past had never given more than a few details. No one, other than those who have played, knew what the Iridescent Pack held.

She's the one I just saved. I glance at the witches, and I see they are all smiling at me. Dawn's smile is the brightest. She makes it very clear how much she supports me, but I can't force myself to smile back. "Iris is a Red Valley wolf, but she's also an orphan. Her wolf is latent, so we took her in." Isolde explains.

Tightening the chains until smoke was radiating out from her throat, I demanded again, "I won't lose Theo to you. Tell me your name or die right here, demon!" "Irinira! Okay? My name is Irinira and I am a daughter of Lust and I will leave right now if you only see fit to free me! I swear it! I swear by my name, I, Irinira of Lust, will leave Theodore alone in exchange for my freedom!" Her shrieks were loud enough to have attracted attention it seemed because one minute I was preparing to banish her by her name and the next---Theo had me by my arms, shaking me so hard my head jerked on my shoulders.

In my last life, everyone in Leighton knew I was destined to marry Roman Falcone. Five allied families each sent an unmarried man, but everyone knew the other four were just there to make up the numbers. After all, I'd loved Roman and no one else since I was seventeen. Then my father died. Piece by piece, the Caruso empire fell into Roman's hands. Then I caught him with Marietta Conti in my father's study. I discovered my father hadn't died of natural causes. I fled with the evidence, but Roman's men hunted me down and killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had to choose my husband. Roman still stood there, holding out his hand to me. Only this time, I walked right p

"Ethan, Leo is four. He can't spend three days in a coal car." "He won't have to," Ethan said, reaching into the "Go-Bag" and pulling out a set of "Hard-Reset" credentials—physical, paper passports that smelled of old ink and vinegar. "We’re not traveling as the Hawkes. We’re traveling as the 'Relocated.' We’re going to be the people the system doesn't want to see." The Vow of the Outcasts As the barge slipped into the thick, sulfurous mist of the Jersey marshes, the Manhattan skyline finally vanished. The "Gilded Cage" was gone. The "Fractured Peace" was a memory.