Outcast Novel Novels & Stories

“I was the runt of my family, the least powerful. But here I am now, the only survivor of that massacre.” I leaned forward, fascinated with that claim. “You were the outcast of your family? That’s just like—” My words caught in my throat and I couldn’t determine why. I saw a lot of his past in my present, but outcast isn’t a good enough description of me. A Tiger Lily, first mate rejected, blood poisoned Lycan bait. My head fell in shame. I’m worst than an outcast. I’m a damn leper. “They treated me like staff more than they did like family,” I breathed in humiliation. “They chose my sister over me. Even my first mate—” I looked at Justin who was encompassed in his own conversation.

After ten years of relentless effort, I made a new life for myself in foreign territory. When I fell from that cliff, a branch caught my clothes. I didn't die. A lone wolf named Tarun, who was tracking at the foot of the mountain, rescued me. When he heard what I'd been through, he was heartbroken. He helped me erase my old pack scent and took me across the Great Waters. Tarun's bloodline ruled vast territories, and under his protection, I started over from scratch—slowly rising to become the Alpha female of the empire I now led.

" I am not a traitor. And I will never be a traitor." " You are not a traitor. You are not just an ordinary traitor but you are a wicked one also. You made a deal that would lead to the fall of this country and you think you are not a traitor. " He chuckled. " You know what, Chief Joe Maxwell? I am done with you. I will see you again. " He turned and headed back into his car. Chief Joe Maxwell stood transfixed as the Chevrolet Impala drove out of the vicinity. His whole body iced down . Still in confusion as to what the next move would be, he settled in his car and started driving off, having no particular destination in mind.

She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison. Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING for this book; It will contain triggering subjects such as sexual assault/rape and violence. This book WON'T be ''glorifying'' rape, however it is a big subject in the character background. If any of those issues are t

she threatened and then left with her mini pack of three and I heaved a huge sigh in relief, my shoulders sagging in relief as I watched their departing backs. I have always been an outcast. The one girl no one wanted to talk to or was scared of talking to. Guys would occasionally comment on how attractive I looked but wouldn’t dare to talk to me where everyone was. I was the orphan that had been dropped by the city entrance and forced the whole rich families to set up a foster for me, no one wanted to be close to liability like me. I had imagined that I would be free after high school. Unfortunately, fate had a different plan in mind as I stumbled on a man shifting into a wolf right at the

Or he must have come way too early. Darius kept a place in the queue as Ryan ran to him holding the latest release of the author Primo, a thriller book with a bloodied eye in the middle of the book cover. He glided in the queue, squeezing in the crowd. The row was lengthening as time passed by and Darius asked him to stand in the queue; he needed to attend washroom quick.

Each word was a dagger, sharpened by years of disappointment—not just from my classmates, but from the entire pack. I wasn’t just an outcast. I was an embarrassment. I kept walking, chin up, even though my chest tightened with the familiar ache of being unwanted. It wasn’t just school— I felt it at home, too. Once, I had been someone’s world. My father had never looked at me like I was broken. He used to tuck me into his arms, brushing his calloused fingers over my hair, whispering, “It’ll come, little wolf. Some take longer.”

I choke out before my head drops. Shame wraps around me as I display my weakness. I hate feeling weak. I like being prepared. I hate change. I am as loyal as the grass is green. I have never wanted to set foot outside the Thurman territory. I felt like it was a violation of that loyalty. I didn't need fancy things from a stupid shopping mall. I pay my money to the workers in our own pack. Spending my money in other territories doesn't benefit my people. But now I have no experience. I have seen nothing of the world, and I am terrified. I thought my mate would be born in Thurman. Now I have to find the courage to search for her beyond the walls of my homeland. "Gavin, you will succeed. I know

I say to Velkan, Andrew, and Frans, "the light is burning my mother's and my brothers' eyes. Then they take them off and I put the shirts on their faces until they can adjust their vision. Another line of guards is waiting for us outside, all with electric batons, so many of the outcasts transform into wolves and continue the battle, the weaker ones escaping taking advantage of the fact that the guards are busy. Velkan and Frans stay behind protecting mom and my siblings. I also see some guards deserting the front row, seeing the ferocity of the outcasts fighting for their freedom and their lives. I'm sure the guards are thinking which is worse, fear of Einar or fear of prisoners out for rev

" Sunny said. "People like me are called Outcasts." People like me don't need anything, because everything is meaningless – to fight for the future, and to defend the present, and to preserve the past. Because there is something that is stronger and more powerful than all of us, that makes each of us fight for our lives, " said the Combinator, still looking through the crack in the hut at the horizon of the acid sea. "What is it?" Sunny asked with a warm heart, wanting to know the truth.