Outcast Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm from the Whitefang pack. I am–" She snorted, cutting me off. "At least you're not from that useless pack. The Halfcrest pack. Heaven knows even Xander wouldn't tolerate you if you were from there. Or worse, those uncultured bastards. The Black bane pack." Ophelia screwed up her nose in disgust. Even as she said the name of the outcast pack, a low shiver coursed through me and I suddenly remembered the dead bodies we had encountered on our way here, a testament of the poisoned abilities of the ‘uncultured bastards’.

He whispered, his breath warm against my ear, "Any regrets? Giving up everything for an outcast like me?" I turned in his arms, my hand finding his. I looked into those deep, loving eyes and said, my voice clear and certain, "I didn't give up everything, Salome. I gained it all." A wolf's howl sounded in the distance, not a lonely cry, but a chorus of celebration. The laughter of humans mixed with it, creating a symphony of a world reborn. We were the monarchs of a new age, undefined and unbound, living only to protect everything we loved.

Long black nails and fangs appeared again. "I won't hesitate to crush you to dust. It will be easier for me to kill you since you're an outcast!" "Fuck you!" Adrian struggled to free himself from the man's grip. The mysterious man then threw Adrian's body to the ground. "You should be grateful for this. You should have died! Unfortunately, you became an outcast because you disrupted my ritual last night," the man grabbed Adrian's body and slammed him against the wall, "outcasts are the lowest tier of vampires. Blood and night are your life. Your body will crumble if you don't follow your desire to consume blood."

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.

I asked. “Yes, my lady.” I stared at the room for a moment before releasing a slow breath. ‘Were they trying to humiliate me?’ “Before you leave,” I said, my voice calm enough to make both of them pause, “clean the room first.” The maid who had been complaining earlier let out a scoff. “If you want the room cleaned, then clean it yourself. We don’t take orders from an outcast’s mate!” My expression hardened. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the same treatment Enzo endured from the rest of the pack. The feeling was all too familiar.

I saw the farmers, the scholars, and the warriors. The era of the Outcasts was no longer an era. It was just life. I leaned into my Mates, the four of us standing as a single, unbreakable silhouette against the rising sun. The story of the girl who was nothing was finished. The story of the world she made... was just beginning.

But the effect of surprise can play into my hands if something suddenly goes wrong in living here. Almost two weeks passed in such a measured and calm way. Nobody touched me, and I mostly spent my days in Anya's company, helping her sort herbs, sometimes going out into the forest to pick them up. The outcasts were getting used to not hiding anymore, making acquaintances, and grinning at the condescendingly distant looks from the permanent residents of the community that they threw in my direction. My outcasts knew how to keep secrets, and I did not doubt their devotion, even if we were not bound by oaths of allegiance to them.

And what was what got me exiled? God, that sounded so pathetic. I could tell they were waiting so I'll just settle on the full truth if I wanted to stay alive. "I was like an outcast in my own pack," I started, my voice cracking. "What am I saying?" I scoffed. "I was an outcast.

He takes both his hands and folded it together. I shake my head, " yes," I said. "We are called the outcasts,". He moved away from me and heading towards the stairs of the abandoned mansion... I go after Elijah, and as I moved at the sake pace with him, I couldn't help but look around . What again did my parents tell us about outcasts again?, Because I don't see anything strange but a lot of people sick and almost at the verge of dying.. Elijah and myself walked inside a room.

the witch said but Kael stood his ground. Ayla gasped as she heard the witch voice in her head but it was not sharp like Thorne’s voice, it was low and sensual. “You defend the wolf, you don’t belong with them no matter how much you run,you are still an outcast. You don’t even know the difference between real or dream,you saw witches by the border but you didn’t report to the right authorities because of a man you know nothing about, it is all your fault that the pack is under attack.” tears began to run down Ayla’s face