Outcast In Society Novels & Stories

This is where everyone lived that had been thrown out of the village at the castle. "Why are they outcasts?" I asked. "Because we didn't agree with your father. And he doesn't like that." A man says. "Alright. You seem like an honest guy. How much trouble am I in, being up at the castle?" I asked. "As long as Stefan is there, then you should be alright. But don't even turn your back on our father. He's the one that did this to us." The man answered me. The word 'OUR' didn't go unnoticed. And I looked at Stefan. But he had his head down like he was ashamed of what his father had done.

He started reading what started with an explanation of what the book was all about. That part was interesting as it started with a warning that everyone in the book was considered an outcast and no longer a member of the hunters' clan. The explanation began on how the persons found within the enclosure of the book had broken laws essential to the clan or had, in some ways, stood against the clan, thereby declaring themselves enemies to the great course of duty. They would neither be associated with nor their offspring, as no one would have a seed of disloyalty in their midst.

“Not all rogues belong to the forest to be haunted. Most of them deserve a second chance, to be watched over and given a place to stay. For example, children born to rogues shouldn’t be seen as rogues themselves, since they committed no crime.” Children born to outcasts are often considered criminals by default. Something I’ve always seen as cruelty. Those children deserve a life, so I use my wealth to keep them safe. I watch them grow from the shadows, live their lives, and die. Some of them swear loyalty and fight by my side for the same cause until the end. Most of those in the packs with power are more rogue than the ones haunted in the forest." Isolde falls into brief thought, the stran

"But rumor has it that only special people get in. And those who don't are considered outcasts. Those who don't make the cut are often left out, like loners. They end up creating their own little circles, separate from the elite group. It's not the same, Lilac, and it can be very lonely." That sounded awfully familiar to what I had been used to until now. I began to notice striking similarities between this unfamiliar society and the Red Claw pack I had grown up in. At first, I had assumed that life beyond the pack's boundaries would be drastically different, but I was slowly coming to the realization that this society had its own form of hierarchy. Just like in the pack, there were those wh

Sharmaine also had to watch the man she loved say bitter words and use insults to her. “Osmund, perhaps, when I was born into this world I was wrong, I was wrong because I was born, I was my mother's sin, I was a traitor in the eyes of Augustus, I am no longer me. I, I am an outcast.” Sharmaine's eyes filled with tears, she had suppressed too much, the pain in Sharmaine's eyes, disappointment and loneliness. Osmund wipes her tears, he knows Sharmaine has many worries and sorrows, maybe she doesn't have the freedom she herself wants now. If Sharmaine agreed, even if he had to sacrifice his life, he would set her free.

Soceity was men and women who never learned to mind their own business and stuck their mouth in the affairs of others and turned molehills into high ice peaked mountains. I worried about my reputation and what people would say about me, what they would do if another scandalous untrue news came out of me being salacious came out. It would ruin Ma and Kawu, so I took a decision and tried to find a husband. I told everyone I knew what my specifications were and Yaana sent me my spec. Hard to believe but true. Hard to believe but truer than the fact that I'm a Bakura and I've never known nor noticed, truer than the fact that I'm not even a Sheriff.

People were struggling to feed, eating from stale bread, rotten meat, and whatever things they could find edible. Ophelia pushed her way past some men selling items that were obviously stolen. As Luna of the Crimson Paw's pack, it was forbidden to step foot in such an area, because it was situated with outcasts. These people might try to hurt her because Up Easton residents were hated for living the perfect life; wearing clean outfits, eating good food, throwing parties, and having thousands of pounds in banks.

They were trying to keep their gossip about me out of my hearing, but little did they know that I could hear every word that came out of their mouths. They weren't talking about my face or my body. They were gossiping about my hair, about why it was silver-white and why it was so long, down to my knees. I could feel the suspicion in their eyes. They wondered if I was part of the outcasts in Velmora. Yeah… Outcast, that's what they called us. The word Outcast made me remember Jeremiah. He was still in the hospital and hadn’t tried to reach out. I hope he does one day. He was still my very first human friend, no matter what.

Even if I confess to you, I think that there will also be dunces—dunces, of course, but rich dunces. As in all high schools, I imagine many types of caste people were created naturally or by force. There are the popular ones who consider themselves the best in the world. Then there are normal people, who just live their lives and get along with everyone. The nerds are sitting in the library, preparing for the next test. And finally, of course, the strangers who stay on the rooftop break or cross the schoolyard alone. Yeah, everyone knows them, but no one wants to notice them because they're unpopular and just... outsiders. But I know perfectly well that I am part of an uncategorized group in

Just then, Maurice sidled up to her and said pitifully, "Jennifer, Archie seems pretty lonely by himself. How about we stick to the original plan and go to Oakport? I don't want Archie to feel left out. "But several influencer hostel owners and investors have already arranged to meet us at Mount Pratt, and you just got the state recognition. If you stand them up at this stage, I'm afraid the industry might question your professionalism. Don't worry about me—I don't want to come between you two." I couldn't bear to listen anymore, so I walked straight toward the gate. Behind me came Jennifer's cold voice. "Let him be. He can't even take an out when it's handed to him. All he knows is to throw