Outcast Novel Novels & Stories

Last night I received notice that the Family was cutting me loose. The explanation was flimsy: my thinking was outdated, I refused to modernize, and I was seriously obstructing the Family's expansion. That morning, my fiance stopped me in the corridor, his expression icy. "Kelly was right. Someone as stubborn and inflexible as you only holds the Family back. "And don't blame me for cutting you. You offended someone you shouldn't have." Kelly leaned against the railing, surrounded by her men, and watched me with a smug smile. She was the Don's own niece. Two weeks earlier, she had been parachuted in to take over the Family's core operations, using reform as an excuse to purge every elder. At

Publish everything simultaneously: Sloane's statement, Dutch's confession, the wire transfer evidence pointing toward Whitfield's office, timed to break at the exact moment Okafor's outlet ran the story, fast enough that Voss's fabricated lawsuit would arrive in the news cycle already looking like exactly what it was. Sloane sat at the table as the sun came up over the ridge, exhausted in a way that went deeper than tired, and looked at the words she had written about her father, her mother, the shoebox, the twenty-eight years, the man in the leather jacket laughing in a photograph she had never known existed until four days ago.

“They took everything from me! Treated me like a piece of rag!” My body shakes with sobs as I finally let it all out. I tell him everything about me, everything I’ve endured, and how I ended up in the ocean. He is in awe, and even I can’t believe how I went from being an outcast to holding this much power.

"But we don't lead from the Citadel. We live in the mines. We stay where the heat is needed, and we let the pack grow in the cool air." They walked down the mountain, leaving behind a trail of grey Spirit-Ash. They were the new "Outcasts"—the necessary waste of a world that had chosen industry over magic. But as Lyra looked back at the Citadel, she saw the first smoke rising from the chimneys. It wasn't violet, and it wasn't red. It was a simple, honest white. The engine was finally in balance.

A feeling I thought I had left behind when I left the Downfall Pack, but really would never forget for the life of me. The feeling… of being an outcast.

I'd tried to erase the image, to bury it somewhere deep in my mind… but it only got worse. Because it didn't end there. Every night since, he brought a different woman home. Every. Single. Night. And everyone in the Pack House knew. The truth spread like wildfire, feeding on whispers and sideways glances. Now, my shame had a name, Outcast Luna. It was no longer a secret. It was my identity. Still, I clung to a sliver of hope, praying my father would step in. That he'd finally care. But instead of showing up himself, he sent my older brother.

The handwriting is unfamiliar: "He's arranging your transfer to River Pack. For your own protection, of course. Better to know now than to be blindsided again." The words swim through tears I refuse to let fall. Everything clicks into horrible clarity – the whispered conversation about making decisions, the pack laws about unmated omegas, his guilty silence. History repeating itself in the worst way. My hands shake as I pull out the small bag I've kept packed since Blackthorn. Old habits die hard – always being ready to run, to survive, to start over. The moon rises outside my window as I add a few essentials. My pendant feels heavy against my throat as I remember another night of betrayal,

Back in her cramped apartment, Savannah couldn’t get rid of Zhao’s words in her head. The words hung heavy in the air, thicker than the lingering scent of burnt popcorn from Kai’s movie night. Hugging him close, Savannah sank onto the worn sofa, her heart hammering a frantic tattoo against her ribs. His small frame was like a shield against the storm brewing inside of her. The encounter had ripped open the wounds she’d spent years bandaging, leaving her raw and exposed. Leaving. It was the only thought that made sense to her now. Disappear, vanish like a wish of smoke, take Kai and find refuge in some nameless corner of the human world, far away from the wolves and their cruel games.

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

A spilled cup of water or a burnt piece of bread would earn me a beating. Here, the worst I had to endure were words whispered behind my back. Not even to my face. It was a harsh sort of peace, but it was peace nonetheless. No one laid a hand on me. No one screamed obscenities in my face. Being an outcast was probably the closest I would ever come to being free. Here, I was … nothing. And I could live with nothing. “You’re handling it well,” Diane murmured, as I tucked Enid into the bed. “The way they treat you.”