Outcast Star Wars Novels & Stories

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."

The riders had strange tattoos on their faces, their half-wolf, half-human features stark and proud. Behind them marched creatures I'd only ever read about in forbidden texts: winged humanoids, scaled beast-men, and figures so shrouded in shadow-black cloaks they were nothing but shapes. "What... what kind of army is this?" a soldier stammered. "A rabble of mongrels and exiles," Lukas sneered, but I saw his hand drift toward the hilt of his sword. "They only know how to put on a show." "Kristina, how much did you pay for these mercenaries?" Lyla mocked, her voice loud enough for all to hear. "They look intimidating, but they're still just a mob."

Storm took on three at once, his movements precise and brutal, breaking limbs and crushing windpipes without hesitation. Travis walked toward the center of the outpost. Another warrior tried to lung at him from behind with a silver blade. Travis didn't even turn around. He leaned to the side, caught the man’s arm, and snapped it backward at the elbow. The man shrieked, but Travis silenced him with a heavy kick to the chest that sent him crashing through the front window of the barracks. "Burn it," Travis ordered. Storm grabbed a flare from his tactical vest, lit it, and tossed it into the guardhouse. Within seconds, the dry wood and the spilled oil from the barrels caught fire. The orange gl

Beta Garrick boldly said. The wolves didn’t object, “he is right.” “Alpha Ciandra Craton, I Beta Garrick strip you of your position. You are at this moment cast out from this pack.” Beta Garrick paused, letting those alien words get through her mind. “Wherever you go, don’t introduce yourself as a pack member of the Vagabond Pack. Leave now.” And just like that, her fate was decided and sealed. Beta Garrick lifted his hand and circled it, a motion for her to get the hell out. Alpha Ciandra started shaking her head vigorously, fighting with her wolf who wanted to come out.

“ I will not only protect you , I promise to also save your father” Hope blossoms inside of me.Was one of my pack members spotted? “Alright, Jake, Thank you,” I say, my voice fading. I want to lay my hand over his in my lap, hold it as I fall asleep, but I’m wary of what Orson will think too.

That soft prince who wanted to paint and be a little adventurous. The scoffing sound he let out broke into her thoughts and she trembled even more. The sound was so harsh and grating. “Do you think I’m stupid, Savanna? I held him, my little fucking replica running around unwatched. Do you know the danger you would have put him in had my enemies known my heir was running around without security, unprotected in a fucking human world?”

he had said to me as we jogged down the street. “What’s an outcast?” I asked him but I guessed it’s what it meant, an outcast just like you would get in society or high school or college. I asked him anyway. “My pack got taken over by another Alpha, I refused to sign allegiance to the new Alpha and I was kicked out and banned from ever going back to Massachusetts. I came to California and ended up in Fresno, got the audition with Marcus and I’ve been working for him ever since,” Josh said to me.

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

Different occasions. The Outcasts celebrated a bonded mate's happiness. A supposedly rebel group who will sacrifice their lives for the future of the Omegas. And here are some of the lives they will be saving, cheering for their destruction. How unfortunate.

Leo smiled placing a kiss on my lips, his words sweet as I rested my forehead on his. “The Outcast Claimed by the King.” I smiled looking that very King in the eyes, after twenty years of searching… I’d found my place. ~The End~