Outcast In Society Novels & Stories

In my case, my employment with this company had been my ticket to living in the city. The reason we are considered as outcasts is because of our pasts. In the distant past, an ancient rule forbade werewolves from mating with witches. But despite the prohibition, some wolves defied this rule, consummating forbidden unions that produced hybrid werewolves; half werewolves, half witches. These hybrid werewolves were regarded with suspicion and distrust, branded as outcasts by both werewolves and witches alike. The ill-fated consequences of breaking this taboo still echoes through time and is the reason we are still ostracized from society till dates. So, of course Rachel is right. I should be gr

Jake admitted, his voice carrying a mix of defiance and resentment. Greta's expression turned grave as she responded firmly, "You should be ashamed of yourself. The werewolf society of Nashville was founded by Blake's family. His ancestors led a group of werewolves and among them were my ancestors. They endured pieces of training and starvation to kill the desire to hunt for food like beasts. They believed we are humans cursed and that curse they convert into a blessing that we enjoy today as humans having powers. In their time, they were fiercely chased by humans who thought they are beasts.

Everyone laughed and scorned me for sleeping with the Alpha, Aztec, even going as far as throwing stones, rocks, eggs, and tomatoes, different kinds of stuff at me. I was devastated and depressed, I didn't know where else to go and Elina kept trying as much as possible to console me but it wasn't working, I became an Outcast in my pack for the moment the news came out, and everyone avoided me more like a plague, a disgusting piece of shit like me and I began to smell even more and even spit at my face as soon as they saw me, calling me a whore, a husband snatcher, I felt sad and miserable, I just wanted to die, this wasn't my plan, this isn't what I had planned in mind. Things don't work out

“Alpha Conrad Valerius of the Hollow Pack has arranged for his second daughter to marry into the Blackwood Pack, to me.” His lips parted in disbelief. “But you’re no longer a member of any pack. You’re the High Chancellor of this academy now. What do you even gain from this?” My jaw tightened. I turned to face him fully. “My reputation!” The word came out harder. “I was cast out, Flint, not like you! You walked away from your pack by choice. I was thrown out. Do you understand what that means here? No wolf in this academy would willingly submit to the authority of an outcast. That’s why I’m hiding behind the title of High Chancellor! It’s the only way anyone here takes us seriously!”

“Some serve by gathering food, some build, some weave, some heal. Some keep all safe.” “We all do service,” Niarthen explained. “Everyone at some point. Some more than others. The more you do, the more rank. Rank and family matter.” “You get more if you are higher rank and family?” Lyric tried to understand the nuances. “Everyone gets what they need unless they are an outcast or a criminal,” Niarthen explained. “Outcasts and criminals are shunned. They hurt the community, so the community will not help them. But the ocean provides generously, Lyric, and even they do not go without.”

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

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.”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about asking for a citizenship divorce, though. Just not sure what I’ll end up doing if I do.” I knew why Jessica was an outcast. Growing up, she hadn’t hidden her magic well enough and was branded a freak for it. Me, I had kept myself secluded as best as I could and had been declared a whore from the time I was a teenager. But Marianne? I didn’t know what had kept her on the fringes of society while still allowing her to open up and run the library.

The thought that one's mate could be determined by status rather than genuine connection felt unsettling. I feel so small, to be mated with Lycan Steven. If he had not rejected me, would I also face those standards of a Queen? I am just a mere hybrid who is considered an outcast in the wolf realm. I sighed quietly, turning my attention back to the equipment, polishing each piece until it shone. The reality for most of us was far from the world of princes and princesses. Here, in the gym, surrounded by the chatter of hopeful omegas, I was reminded of the harsh contrasts within our society.

Malachi answered me. A new lone wolf in town. It could be a potential problem. Most outcasts were problems but if he was an Omega then he would keep to himself and steer clear of our pack. Outcasts were notorious troublemakers, which was why they were cast out in the first place. After a while the wolf turned towards the woods and ran off. Malachi and I kept standing there for a while longer and watched the empty garden. A shiver ran down my spine and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Right where the wolf had stood, a black shadow turned and moved into the woods.