Irken Outcast Novels & Stories

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.

Irene was glaring at her aunt and uncle and stomped her way towards her wardrobe. Irene picked a burgundy flowy dress that highlighted her porcelain skin. Her hair is already perfect in waves, so she let it be. She looked at herself in her full length mirror. She glanced at the crescent moon pendant safely hanging on her neck. It was enchanted by her mother to suppress her overflowing powers. Her outfit is simple but she looks every inch a goddess. She only wishes her mate would appreciate her too, like everybody does.

I hated how organized it all was. Mira kicked a pebble down the street, her bag of dumplings half-empty. “You didn’t pull away.” I sighed. “Mira—” “You could have. But you didn’t.” I kept my eyes forward. “One more word and you’re cleaning every toilet in the Den when we get back.” She froze in her tracks. The silence stretched. When I finally looked back, her face had gone pale under the glow of the lamps. “I can’t go back,” she said, voice low. “I’m an outcast.”

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

They'd been abandoned in some forgotten corner of the world, yet still fought to keep living. The realization made me pour even more of myself into my writing. When spring arrived, I washed the broken glass and old wooden planks I'd salvaged from the dumpster down the street corner. I planned to make some stained-glass lamps and wood carvings in the hallway outside my basement door, just to find a little comfort for myself. I was sitting on the concrete steps, sanding down a piece of wood, when Isabella came downstairs, wrapped in her old shawl. "You know how to do this kind of handiwork?" she asked coldly.

“And you’re supposed to be six feet under the ground.” “I guess life’s full of surprises.” “You think this is funny?” He shook his head. “No. I think it’s sad.” My jaw tightened. “You destroyed my family. You sold us out.” His eyes flickered and a distant expression clouded them. “I didn’t…” Slowly, I slipped my hand from my back and raised the gun aiming straight between his eyes. “Doesn't matter what you have to say. You’re supposed to be dead but since you are miraculously alive, I will do you the honour of sending you back.”

Introduction: Eirny is a 16 years old who is Scandinavian. She doesn't know that she has the power to heal others. And when she meets Askar for the first time her life changes forever. Who knew a woman like Eirny could ever be so powerful? Her fiery temper always gets the best of Eirny. She hates Askar with a passion, she despises Askar. She falls in love with Dane, but Askar shows her proof of what Eirny thought were lies. Her heart gets severely broken, but Askar is there to pick her up on her feet. Her relationship with her mother is very rocky. So many secrets. So many lies. Eirny feels her mother Betty uses her dad not being around because of her against her, because of her still acting

Every Rogue was holding a gleaming silver blade in their hands. Rays of light streaming from the crowns of the trees glinted off the metal, sending chills down my spine. They didn't give me a chance to run, closing in from front and back, blocking every escape. "Claire! What are you doing?" I snarled. "Making you disappear, forever!" Claire's eyes burned with hatred as she edged closer with her blade. "Once you're gone, they'll come back to me!"

appears at the very bottom of the void. NOTE 1,000,000: THE STORY OF THE OUTCAST IS OVER. THE STORY OF THE DAUGHTER IS... [LOADING].