Outcast Books Novels & Stories

she paused and nodded in greeting at the guests that bowed to her as they walked past. “He is an outcast.” Cassy paused. “Sorcerers cast out their kinds?” It was the first time she had heard of something like that. There were wolf outcasts—most of which were punished for severe crimes and branded as lone wolves or outcasts, but sorcerers committed all sorts of atrocities. What evil could one commit to get sent out? “What is his name?” Cassy asked almost immediately as he pulled open the door of the study for her. “Julian.”

Moreover, they held similar stoic looks. “It clearly seems, they don’t want you anymore, your out of their life now, you got to move on without them. This house, is what it is..” “What do you mean?” “We were all cast out, by family, by friends, by Love ones. And here we’re. We grow stronger. And deal with everyone who dealt with us. Revenge it is for us.” Elina looked at him, with the tears streaming down her face, she didn’t bother, wiping them off. But just let it flow.

I ask, my servant-bot slowly hovering at the base of my staircases. “Unstoppable had been beaten,” my servant-bot starts,” The OutCasts had defeated him and now, he is begin held in a maximum-security prison cell at IronWall Prison.” “I guess Unstoppable wasn’t so unstoppable after all,” I say, my eyes still focus on the hundreds and hundreds of screens in front of me. As I keep on watching, I see so many people walking around, doing whatever it is want. I see them speeding through the streets. I see them throw their trash everywhere. I see them act like uncaged animals.

She rose to her feet, her body trembling not from fear this time but clarity. They were right. She had come farther than any other non-wolf ever dared. The guards had warned her she’d go blind or mad. And yet, here she was. Alive. Whole. And something inside her was stirring. Maybe… just maybe… she wasn’t who she thought she was. Maybe she wasn’t an outcast. Maybe the pack had cast her out because they feared what she might become. “I’m… one of them,” she whispered. “I have wolf blood.”

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

Each word was a dagger, sharpened by years of disappointment—not just from my classmates, but from the entire pack. I wasn’t just an outcast. I was an embarrassment. I kept walking, chin up, even though my chest tightened with the familiar ache of being unwanted. It wasn’t just school— I felt it at home, too. Once, I had been someone’s world. My father had never looked at me like I was broken. He used to tuck me into his arms, brushing his calloused fingers over my hair, whispering, “It’ll come, little wolf. Some take longer.”

I ask with a smile on my face excited “Yes...Yes, I am I can’t wait I met some people yesterday which was fun” Sophia says enthusiastically Startled at her statement “We literally only arrived yesterday” “I know” she says with a grin on her face That is the difference between me and Sophia she was the outgoing one, the one who takes risks and see’s life as one big adventure, whilst I was the quiet one kept myself to myself if it wasn’t for Sophia I would lock myself in my room and read books all day, it might sound boring to everyone but that is my kind of fun

Two more days until I can leave this place. My name is Amara Reynolds, I don't own much but a cot as a bed, some shaggy old hand-me-down clothes, ragged sheets, one old pillow and this crimson-colored baby blanket that I was found wrapped up in. Yes, I am an orphan, luckily for me the Alpha of Munnin Moon Pack found me. He brought me back to his wife and Luna. They took good care of me for 12 years; I didn’t want anything. When I didn't get my wolf or lycan, everything changed. You would think that me being a child of an alpha, adopted or not, that everything would be ok. However, it wasn’t, my rank in the pack abruptly dropped, forcing me to the harsh treatment of life and my reality. Almos

Ian said reaching again into his coat pocket and pulling out a small diary. "There on the 123rd page she writes 'Ezra has revealed to me his past. He has answered the mystery as to how he supports us without a known vocation. He is a prince! Of all things I married a prince. He is the last of the line to our creator Kha. He has always told me one day he would explain his intricate tattoos and jewelery. Now I know, but I worry what this will mean for our children. If the council discovers this they maybe in danger.' As you can see I am who I say " Ian's tone delivered that of finality.

ATTICUS POV Our body twitches and flexes as we watch our mate board the train. How she convinced us to let her go is still baffling us. We gave the agent accompanying her strict orders but something could still happen to her. She is going to a place of conflict. Conflict in Outcast. We can't believe it. Every book we have read says Outcast has never had any issues. It's design has always served it's purpose well. But now they are having issues. Now that we are King it is having problems.