Novel The Outsider Novels & Stories

Both of them plotting against Diego — the one person who had bled for me, shielded me, when everyone else turned away. And still, I said nothing. I backed away, each step careful, deliberate, until the voices dulled into the night. My hands shook violently, the glass of water still clenched in one. It slipped, shattering against the tiles, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. All I could hear were their voices. Their plan. Their betrayal. And I knew — whatever came next, I would never look at Sage or Alvin the same way again. A sudden creak of the back door snapped my head around. The shadows shifted. A figure moved closer from the darkened yard, tall, broad, carrying an unmistakable pre

For home. But this village was not her home. It was foreign. Dangerous. And if they knew what she had become, what ran beneath her skin like fire in her blood, they would turn on her. Or worse. “You’ve been through pain,” the elder Edda whispered. “We understand you may be afraid. But you’re safe here, in Olive Brook.” HollowBrook. She tasted the name like ash. The smell of blood was stronger now. Not fresh, but lingering like old wounds never cleaned properly. Like quiet violence that lived just beneath the surface.

She was busy thinking about her mistakes that made her this easy of a target by everyone. Once the girls were gone she continues to clean despite the pain she was feeling. She knew it. It was really bad for her to come close to those beautiful people. After cleaning she went out of the building with a portion of her face red. She's used to the pain but not with the insults. It was still hurting her even if it's going on for years now. "Keep your head up Braun, you might trip." Sasha glance up and saw Eustone leaning against the wall with a smile that immediately faded when he saw her face. The expression he was showing was kind and it reminded her of a beautiful springtime. A spring... ***

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

But as he moved closer, his unbelieving eyes discerned an adolescent boy’s gray profile, features shrouded by darkness, and printed across the bottom was: Gavin Patchett. One of the story’s main protagonists, Michael Lockenstein, was an autistic savant whose prophetic visions had become entangled in a serial murder case. Hence the book’s title—Shades of Darkness—because it described the different shades of darkness the boy had endured his entire life. His first novel.

“Dude!! What the fuck?” A hand was flying in front of his face. He barely noticed when suddenly the light changed and the car sped off. The connection broke and left him feeling empty. He didn’t know who the girl was but he did know he had never seen her, which could only mean she was an outsider. And if Quinn hated anything it was outsiders. But somehow he didn’t know if he could hate the beautiful sad girl. Whatever had just happened scared him more than any fight, more than losing his mom and even what went down with Hux and Fin. The fuck?

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from the edge of the broken road and ma

The pack house, once a bastion of unity, now echoed with the ghosts of betrayal and the resolve to confront the shadows that lurked within. As I stepped into the cool night air outside the pack house, a sense of isolation accompanied me. The pack district, with its familiar scents and sounds, now seemed like a realm apart. The journal, clutched tightly in my hands, symbolized not only the burden of truth but also the potential for redemption.

I don't know if my thoughts swing towards malnourishment because I offered her food, but I hate myself for thinking that way. "Thank you," she says again, holding her cup in both hands. Unsure if I should really be acknowledged for such a small gesture, I just give a small nod. I step outside while she eats and walk down the narrow walkway outside the restaurant. People walk to and fro, in and out of the restaurant and others just walk by. I throw my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, looking around the place. Some days I do this— I just stare around without knowing what I'm looking for and sometimes inspiration finds me by little things, like the old man sitting on the other side of the r