Novel & Cerita Outcast In Society

I don’t know who that man is but I am very sure he spells trouble for me; I have only been here two years and not eager to leave yet. The werewolf laws states that any wolf without a pack to belong to is a rogue, and being a rogue is a bad thing. It’s like labelling the words ‘outcast’ on your forehead, everyone avoids rogues. Most of them are banished pack members sent away for doing bad things. I have tried not to think about it, but I cannot shake the dismay that I am now a rogue, running from my past. It tore me to shreds when I first got here but I soon learned to live without family you can depend on.

A feeling I thought I had left behind when I left the Downfall Pack, but really would never forget for the life of me. The feeling… of being an outcast.

“I never hanged out to them, though.” “Why not?” “Why would I?” I bit my tongue, before I looked at him. “Is that not the reason why you often come here?” “Certainly not.” His reply was quick. “How about you?” “I don’t party, Conrad.” I removed my hands on the railings to turn around. “I probably haven’t tell you, but I used to be an outcast.” “Outcast?” He repeated. His eyes intently looking at me. “Were you discriminated?”

Anya had already installed soundproofing here, but we still tried to speak more quietly, discussing the controversial issues of accepting outcasts into Arthur's flock. There were few of them. Despite the fact that the local residents of the community treated me more than strangely, they received the rest very kindly. Therefore, the former outcasts had no complaints at all, on the contrary, they did not cherish their souls in Arthur, perceiving him as a young version of Stas.

I felt my eyelids lower slightly. And the instant he did, he abruptly stopped talking. The unfinished words disappeared from his lips as though he suddenly realized what he had just said. That place was where society threw away the unwanted. The weak. The injured. The powerless. People who no longer had value to the pack were sent there and forgotten like they were nothing more than burdens waiting to die. Children who lost their parents. Old people abandoned by their own families. The Warriors are too wounded to fight anymore. Women and orphans left to survive on scraps.

“Try me.” He gave a tired smile. “Maybe I am just the scape goat used to disrupt things so that I can help you see the real traitor.” “Okay… I definitely wasn't expecting that answer.” “You still don’t get it, Ghost. You think you’re fighting me but you’re fighting the wrong man. The actual person who sold you out isn’t the one bleeding in your bed. The cover up plan is.” His voice faded. “And you trust them too much to see, that's the problem.”

she stated flatly, gradually laying out thoughts she had never really pieced together. “But today…today, I found someone I can talk to, someone I can be around who doesn’t judge me…or want to kill me…at least, not yet,” she said breathlessly, struggling to say her piece before anyone cut her off again. Her green eyes fixed on the only person who mattered in her tiny world. “And…I don’t want to pass up an opportunity to…maybe…find my place. A place. SOME place,” she said imploringly. “Maybe…maybe I could have an opportunity, with you, to not feel so much like an outcast,” she explained, gazing intently at Reyland.

And what was what got me exiled? God, that sounded so pathetic. I could tell they were waiting so I'll just settle on the full truth if I wanted to stay alive. "I was like an outcast in my own pack," I started, my voice cracking. "What am I saying?" I scoffed. "I was an outcast.

When you dare find the true denotation of a person's ability outside the circle, you'd be surprised to see it. Although, I can see we are all cowards in undressing ourselves in the circle of all classes. Do you hide in the shadows of unknown faces because you are told to? Society is a harsh place to live for the faint-hearted, and a selfish world for the valiant. You can be in between any of its outstanding categories, but why do you still choose to be a part of one? If you wish to break the chains, gather up the hypocrites, franks, opinionated, low-keys, physically and mentally absurd, and every piece of a person who wishes to come out of the portal.

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.