Outcast Novel Novels & Stories

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

"To understand why you chose to leave your pack and join the outcasts." Margot's gaze dropped to her hands, and she took a moment before responding. "After you left the pack, I felt so lost, and things have only been getting worse," she began, her voice quiet but honest. "I had believed so firmly in the ideals and prejudices of our pack, but hearing of you with the outcasts made me question everything. I had always thought that the way you were treated was cruel." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "I saw how strong you had become with them, how they embraced you despite your outcast status," she continued. "And I couldn't ignore the sense of camaraderie and unity they shared. It made me wo

She was still pondering her escape when David's door opened again. Fortunately for her, her eyes were still shut, so he didn't catch her. Seconds later, she felt his strong arms lift her up and her head rested on his chest. He was shirtless! She was sure she had smeared some vomit on his chest and arms, but she didn't mind. She wished she could open her eyes and get a better look, but that would ruin her disguise. She had only seen him shirtless in a photo on his social media, and his abs were so...

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"

Fred said, his playful tone dropping into something more serious. "I need them more!" Cassandra snapped. She felt a surge of protectiveness over her patient. "Your sister just came out of prison, and she’s developed a stress-rash. I need to formulate a new cream for her skin before it gets worse!" The playfulness vanished from Fred’s face instantly. He straightened up, his eyes widening. "W-What? Aubrey... was in prison?" Cassandra crossed her arms, her finger pointing accusingly at Fred’s chest. "So the rumors are true? You really treated her like an outcast in the BloodMoon Pack? You didn't even know?"

“And you’re supposed to be six feet under the ground.” “I guess life’s full of surprises.” “You think this is funny?” He shook his head. “No. I think it’s sad.” My jaw tightened. “You destroyed my family. You sold us out.” His eyes flickered and a distant expression clouded them. “I didn’t…” Slowly, I slipped my hand from my back and raised the gun aiming straight between his eyes. “Doesn't matter what you have to say. You’re supposed to be dead but since you are miraculously alive, I will do you the honour of sending you back.”

He took another bite of chocolate and then added, "Also, I happened to hear some talk today about the outcast rebels of the school." I stopped chewing immediately. I turned my whole body toward him, my curiosity peaking. "You know something about the outcasts?" "Yeah," he replied, his voice completely nonchalant. "How? Who were you talking to?" "I just heard some stories," he told me, kicking his legs back and forth against the bumper. "Stories about how they were banished. How they were exiled from their packs and forced to live on the fringes." "Where did you hear a conversation like that?" I pressed. My heart was starting to beat a little faster.

A slim hand patted Tanner on the shoulder as Rina staggered by, face pinched with pain, “I’m on it.” Knight peered around Tanner to see Xander had managed to free Angel and Ysa and was in the process of getting Bones out of his cell. “We need to get out of here. What’s our status?” “FUBAR, sir,” Nova said succinctly around a feral grin that promised things would turn around quickly.

No matter how intriguing the pretty asset is. "I'm only here to help," I offer simply. "I hope so," Max says, and there's a hint of a threat in his voice. ANNA This diner is a rundown way station for truckers and other less discerning travelers to fill their bellies without worry of judgment. It belongs to the men and women of the road, a restaurant at the edge of the world, living in the margin, outside society’s reach.So why do I feel so comfortable here?I guess I’m becoming one of their kind, fallen through the cracks into a demimonde of misfits, alike only in their distaste of the norm.

I hurried ahead of them, new hope of having something I envied for so long finally given to me. I wasn’t naïve enough to think we’d get it on the first try, but there had to be a sign that the wolf was in me, right? A kick or a jolt of life. All I needed was a sign then maybe I wouldn’t be doomed to be an outcast even from my own kind. ***