Outcasts Novels & Stories

"There are outcasted Lycan, a crazy monk from the eastern continent, a merman who decided to walk on land and become human, a lioness beast woman, and even a dark elf. Not to mention many talented people from across the world." "All of them... followed one ordinary human," Helena said. Harriet listened closely. In her eyes, Orcenal was indeed cool and fun. She liked him as a child and liked him now. His presence was incredibly pleasant for her because of not only his personality but his warmth. "Maybe it was his strength? But that won't be the only thing that attracted them to him, right? Those outcasts, people who abandoned their home because of personality m

On the other side lay the wasteland Fenris had created through his own hubris—a landscape of gray dust and skeletal branches that rattled like teeth in the wind. I stood at the center of the bridge that spanned the Dividing River. The water below was black and sluggish on the Silver Crest side, but as it flowed beneath my feet, it sparkled with the iridescent clarity of Kaelen’s alchemy. Behind me stood my legion. They were no longer the gaunt, trembling refugees who had crawled into my ravine. They were the Vanguard of the Outcasts. Dressed in boiled leather and shadow-fur, their eyes held a terrifyingly calm light. They didn't growl or snap; they stood with

“Your uncle may have elite forces under his control. But he does not realize… some of his enemies survived.” “What do you mean?” “This valley is where The Outcasts gather,” Dorian says while pointing at the map, his eyes gleaming wildly with excitement. “Former Alphas and elite soldiers who rebelled against Alpha Garson are hiding there.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “There is a good chance the people still loyal to your late father were exiled there as well,” Dorian continues. “No! They’re rogues! If we step into that place, they’ll tear us apart before we can even speak!” Alaric refuses immediately.

But this time… they felt different. Not a dream, exactly. A memory. She stood in a crumbling hall old stone, vines choking the walls, stained glass shattered into the dirt. A woman stood at the center, her arms outstretched as figures in black cloaks shouted, their faces masked, their voices cruel. “Outcast,” they screamed. “Breaker of laws. Betrayer of kin.” Samantha tried to run to her, but her legs wouldn’t move. She could only watch as the woman, a tall figure with hair like shadows and fire, was shoved to her knees.

For once, I was glad that everything happened when and how it happened because it was what led to my being here, I Darren's community of rogues. Laughter broke free from my mouth when my new reality smacked me square in the face. I was now living with the outlanders I was so afraid of coming in contact with. I was now one of them. I was an outlander, an outcast but I didn't feel weird because even while I was in Jace's Pack, I was still an outcast. Maybe being an outcast wasn't as bad as I thought because here in Darren's small community of rogues, we were all outcasts, no one was better than the other and we were happy.

Two more days until I can leave this place. My name is Amara Reynolds, I don't own much but a cot as a bed, some shaggy old hand-me-down clothes, ragged sheets, one old pillow and this crimson-colored baby blanket that I was found wrapped up in. Yes, I am an orphan, luckily for me the Alpha of Munnin Moon Pack found me. He brought me back to his wife and Luna. They took good care of me for 12 years; I didn’t want anything. When I didn't get my wolf or lycan, everything changed. You would think that me being a child of an alpha, adopted or not, that everything would be ok. However, it wasn’t, my rank in the pack abruptly dropped, forcing me to the harsh treatment of life and my reality. Almos

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

But this is where their story needed to end. Off Limits was never about perfection. It was about crossing lines, paying the price, and choosing love anyway. It was about two people who weren’t supposed to want each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to heal each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to become home—and somehow became exactly that. Callie and Grayson don’t need more chapters to prove their love. They fought for it. They bled for it. They claimed it in the light, not the shadows. Letting them live quietly, fiercely, and fully after the final page is the greatest mercy I could give them.

Jenny gave the tip of her hat gesture at Sly as a sign of thank you for the amusement which Sly answered her with a smug face. Aidan, who watched everything in the front row, couldn't help but be impressed. They acted as real siblings. Bickering something useless, talking lightly, making fun of each other, and walking away with anger yet with clear air. They acted like they were family. “The Outcast is my real family. We have been through a lot, surviving as a family. We are family. Hyena, Wild Bunny, Mandrill Monkey, Vampire, Zombie, and some people from SO… they are my family. As much as you are my family, brother Aidan.”

he asked. I smirked. An idea came into my mind. “Work with me.” He was confused for a moment. Then let out a small laugh, “You’re kiddin’, right?” “I’m not.” I stood up and locked the door of the club office. I told him the concept of Ringo Dingo and explained how does it work. For a minute or so, he was utterly shocked. “But that’s illegal!” “I know.” “And we are a Catholic school!” “I know.”