Outcast Island Novels & Stories

Alliance formed. Callum is now providing security for Isla's network. Three shelters. Seventy-four wolves. Growing organization of packless creatures. My brother is organizing the outcasts. Building something in the wasteland where he was supposed to disappear. Rage builds in my chest. Pure, overwhelming rage. "He was supposed to disappear," I say out loud. "He was supposed to break. Die. Go feral. Anything except this." Marcus stays silent. Omegas don't speak unless spoken to.

Every morning, I woke to the phantom ache of a severed mate bond. I stepped onto the rotting wood of the dock. Dartmoor Island. The forbidden gem of the South Pacific. The dumpster for the unwanted. The port was empty. The buildings were hollow shells, reclaimed by creeping vines and moss. It was quiet. "Travel west," the captain had said. "Find the Centro Villa." The captain's words were still on my mind. His advice reminded me not to expect much from the island's occupants. He'd also warned me about something else—rogues. Dartmoor was a refuge for the rejected and the exiled, but not all of them were looking for redemption. Some had embraced their darkness.

Kristen murmured gently and Savannah's brows furrowed. she opened her mouth and abruptly slammed it close before blurting out the question, "who is Lena?" she'd forgotten that was her new identity. Lena from the Night Moon Pack that ran away from home due to her orphaned parents who died from a rogue attack that killed half of the population of her pack. Never forget this, Savannah. she whispered to herself. "Lena?" Kristen's Husband nudged her gently and she trembled. "It's just a stupid dream." She lied...well partly.

he asked. I smirked. An idea came into my mind. “Work with me.” He was confused for a moment. Then let out a small laugh, “You’re kiddin’, right?” “I’m not.” I stood up and locked the door of the club office. I told him the concept of Ringo Dingo and explained how does it work. For a minute or so, he was utterly shocked. “But that’s illegal!” “I know.” “And we are a Catholic school!” “I know.”

It looked to be a breathtaking sunset. “Can we watch the sunset?” I asked, already standing up. “Of course!” Gabe said, nearly knocking over his chair and taking my hand. I followed him out to the patio and we stepped up to the railing. The ocean sprawled out in front of us, all the way to the horizon, where the sun sat lonely on the water. The sky was on fire, making the incredible view from the island even more breathtaking. A warm breeze blew off of the sea, causing my hair to fall across my forehead. Gabe reached over and pushed the loose hair over my ear. His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me.

The atmosphere was gloomy, and the surroundings looked barren. We got off the ship and walked through the village. Nara asked us to follow her. Ethan walked behind Nara, and I walked behind Ethan. Ken walked at the very back. Quite a distance from our group, the police officers were mingling with the fishermen who owned homes there. So, they had two homes: one on Coconut Island and the other on Skull Island. Skull Island’s only real asset is its fish. There are plenty of excellent fish in its waters. So, it’s no surprise that there are so many fishermen on this island.

As soon as he opened his eyes he quickly switched the car on and revved up the engine, geared in into the first gear, and sped off the road leaving tire specks on the way. ************ Omfori island in Greece. After being cooped up in her jet for over 18 hours, Christina gets to her privately owned island in Greece. On it, she had built a huge resort for business purposes. But this was her first time visiting the place. She had been too busy operating her father's cartel that she forgot to travel the world on vacation.

For once, I was glad that everything happened when and how it happened because it was what led to my being here, I Darren's community of rogues. Laughter broke free from my mouth when my new reality smacked me square in the face. I was now living with the outlanders I was so afraid of coming in contact with. I was now one of them. I was an outlander, an outcast but I didn't feel weird because even while I was in Jace's Pack, I was still an outcast. Maybe being an outcast wasn't as bad as I thought because here in Darren's small community of rogues, we were all outcasts, no one was better than the other and we were happy.

The Alpha can feel the tether break when someone renounces his pack as he is connected to everyone within his pack. The humans here didn’t even notice me, that’s because this is a tourist town so people come and go all the time. With what cash I do have, I book a room at a hotel called Sunny Skies Inn. For the little bit of money I spent, this is not too bad. Queen size bed, a tub and a stand-up shower, balcony, and a pool. Downstairs they have a restaurant which I'll probably eat at tonight if the cost is low enough. I have to make my money stretch. Laying down, I fall asleep within an hour.

I say with a slight smile plastered on my face “Yeah...maybe” Dame says returning his attention back to the view Infront of him. PACK HOUSE BUSHWIND TOWN 22:00PM After an unsuccessful day of feeling further from the truth, Gabriel stands at the bar drowning his sorrows in alcohol, after spending 23 years trying to erase the memoires of his late wife, all his efforts, hard work went down the drain. Ashina was haunting him in ways in never imagined it was as if she was trying to send him a message but what the message could be is something Gabriel didn’t have hope in discovering.