Outcast Novel Novels & Stories

I have always been treated as an outcast by my father and even the lowest ranking members of my pack. My name is Skylar, I am from the Crescent pack and my father is the Alpha. I have never shifted before and this has been a major stigma in my life. People see me as weak, shameful and unworthy to be a member of my pack, and even more on worthy to be the Alpha’s daughter. I keep trying my best to prove myself but it’s never good enough. When it seems like things couldn’t get worse for me, everything spiral’s out of my control, not like I had any control over my life anyway. After a masked one night stand with the Alpha of a rival pack, who is known for being ruthless, things become more t

she pleaded, her prayers etched with urgency and faith. Having emerged victorious in their confrontation, Jake succeeded in incapacitating Blake, ruthlessly twisting his right arm until it dislocated. Blake, now at Jake's mercy, was forcibly taken to the same cabin where Lily and Anne had once been imprisoned. The tables had turned, and Blake found himself shackled, his freedom stripped away. Jake's face contorted into a triumphant grin as he relinquished his captive to the menacing figures of Glenn and Liza, leaving Blake at their mercy. However, Blake's spirit remained unbroken, a resolute determination burning in his eyes. He vowed to find Lily, swearing to himself that he would never all

Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank into one of those high-backed chairs. The book was clearly old, so she’d had to turn the pages slowly to keep from ripping them. A couple of those pages were written completely in Greek, which she found only a bit odd, and she wondered what else could surprise her in this place. Her mother had tried to teach her to read in Greek. But Penn hadn’t thought it was necessary, so the lessons hadn’t gotten very far. Names that appeared early on in the book were familiar as she remembered her mother telling her the story of the lycan origination when she was just a little girl. But as she c

our eyes locked as the words escaped my lips, but I didn't hesitate further, instead I stormed out of the room quickly like I was being chased. I ran down the stairs of the building, my chest heaving. An outcast? How did I become an outcast? Tears stung to the corner of my eyes, but I blinked them back. This wasn't the time to wail. I needed to find out something about myself. As I came down to the veranda, I stumbled onto someone and came flying into the air. But he drew me into his arms and I landed my head on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

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

My mind replayed the look on Santiago's face, but even that soon faded away to the back of a dark mind. I made my way into the dark wood, my mind swayed by the music of the evening. My stomach clenched again and once more I thought of escaping, but where? The more I thought about escaping into the void with my dark secrets, the more it became clearer to me that I couldn’t survive on my own, at least not without a pack. In a way, being an outcast was an unthinkable fate on its part, running away from Santiago would leave me with nowhere to live, no means of support, and then there was always the fear of being discovered.

“She is banished to the borderlands. Let the rogues claim what this pack has no use for.” I cannot move. Cannot speak. The crowd begins to chant. “Outcast. Outcast. Outcast.” Hands shove me from behind. I stumble forward. Someone spits at my feet. I keep walking because if I stop, I will collapse, and I refuse to give them that satisfaction. I lift my chin and walk out of the square, out of the village, past the last torch and into the darkness beyond. The borderlands stretch before me, a no-man’s-land of twisted trees and treacherous cliffs. Rogues prowl these woods, wolves without packs who answer to no law. They will tear me apart before dawn.

appears at the very bottom of the void. NOTE 1,000,000: THE STORY OF THE OUTCAST IS OVER. THE STORY OF THE DAUGHTER IS... [LOADING].

Which only made me worried about the rest of my family. Unlike most rogues, we had actually formed a rogue pack. Over the years, we had run into other like-minded individuals. Outcasts that had been deemed a rogue from circumstances beyond their control. For example, Charlie was in a way, our pack doctor. He found us shortly after he had been cast out of the Midnight Shadow pack.

In my last life, everyone in Leighton knew I was destined to marry Roman Falcone. Five allied families each sent an unmarried man, but everyone knew the other four were just there to make up the numbers. After all, I'd loved Roman and no one else since I was seventeen. Then my father died. Piece by piece, the Caruso empire fell into Roman's hands. Then I caught him with Marietta Conti in my father's study. I discovered my father hadn't died of natural causes. I fled with the evidence, but Roman's men hunted me down and killed me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had to choose my husband. Roman still stood there, holding out his hand to me. Only this time, I walked right p