Outcast Island Novels & Stories

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

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.

“That’s all I needed to hear. I’ll have my people take care of everything. This tablet is yours—whenever you miss him, just turn it on and he’ll be right there.” Ida clutched the tablet tightly. “Thank you… thank you so much.” Caitlin hugged her, then left two of her men to handle the paperwork and arrange the transfer. There was nothing more she could do—Ida’s future would depend on her own courage and perseverance. With Ida’s wish fulfilled, Caitlin and her team set out for Ebonreach Isle. They had done their homework before coming to Country A. The island was known as a resort and retreat destination, praised for its beauty. Black Hawk had said her mother hadn’t been mistreated, but Caitl

As we disembark and begin our rapid descent, I take one last look at the sparkling city in the stars. “They’ll be safe,” Daax promises. “We’ll make it home. All of us.” “You can’t promise that,” I frown. “You know as well as I…” “No,” Daax interrupts. “This time it will be different. This time, we will win.” His words are still ringing in my mind as my feet crunch on the sandy shores of a small, uncharted island in the western sea. The white sand shines in the bright afternoon sun, burning the sensitive pads of my bare feet as Daax and I pull the pod from the water and hide it in a nearby cave.

If not now then it's never. She ran as fast as she could, cold wind slapped her bare face. Bare feet suffered on the cruel ground, and the newly recovered body was getting punished in the wild. They are on an Island, it's exclusively owned by Egon, and no one is allowed here except him and his people. Emerald was running, but her mind was still thinking about how to escape from the island. She escaped from the castle, but now what? How is she going to get off the island?

The fear and worry creeping into his voice was irrational. He scratched the back of his head and muttered. “I see your point. But I can’t stay here. I need to move away for a fresh start, and I want you to come with me.” His words caught me off guard. “Move away? You want me to leave my pack? My people? To go where exactly? Into exile?” “No, not as rogues. There’s this island I’ve heard about. They accept people from different packs as long as you pay a f*e. It’s safe there. We could start over. No one would find us.”

I know, I am antsy Justin and Maverick sat down in either arm chair “There are multiple rouge camps around this pack. Most fairly small, about a dozen or so. They are out scouting for a girl. They were told by someone that she is in the pack but since the last few people who got too close died, they are all staying away at a distance and using binoculars. Rumor was that there is a camp that is now the size of a small pack. This pack supposably is in Florida. Apparently, they use the shipping docks to transport cargo, aka women and children, to a deserted island. That island is where ‘The Savior’ is at. It is off U.S. soil so the laws do not apply to them. I have information that they have co

"Ethan, Leo is four. He can't spend three days in a coal car." "He won't have to," Ethan said, reaching into the "Go-Bag" and pulling out a set of "Hard-Reset" credentials—physical, paper passports that smelled of old ink and vinegar. "We’re not traveling as the Hawkes. We’re traveling as the 'Relocated.' We’re going to be the people the system doesn't want to see." The Vow of the Outcasts As the barge slipped into the thick, sulfurous mist of the Jersey marshes, the Manhattan skyline finally vanished. The "Gilded Cage" was gone. The "Fractured Peace" was a memory.

I thought adventurers had the ultimate freedom to go have adventure wherever they choose but it seems that it was not the case for this two. When the time is right and when lighting strikes they would not be alone, I would pray for them my whole life through till this very day, and I then decided to help them. How do I help them? Am I going to help them escape or help them find their solid place here? Well, it seems the only thing I can do is help them escape somewhere safe. I had heard of a village that is welcoming to the bond between humans and outcasts, that village is normally called the village of Haktun, it was the most powerful outcast community.

Malachi sat at the back of the boat, one hand on the tiller, watching me with those unreadable eyes. "You'll like it on the island," he said finally. "It's not as bad as they say. There's a community there. People who've been cast out, just like you." I didn't respond. I wasn't listening to him. My mind was racing, searching for any way out of this. Blackthorn Island. A prison without walls. A place people went to disappear forever. But unlike others who accepted their fate to be on the Island, I refused to end up there. I wouldn't let them erase me.