Outcasts Novels & Stories

Overwhelmed with pain, I passed out in the bushes by the side. The next day, when I woke up, I stumbled back home, looking weak and pale, only to see Calista, covered in injuries sobbing in Oliver's arms. She accused me of deliberately attacking her while trying to shift. Of course, Oliver and Jimmy bought her story. Oliver, in a rage, beat me up, while I was at my weakest. He forced me to apologize to Calista, which I refused. Jimmy kicked me out of the house, telling me to think about my mistake. They said that if I did not apologize to Calista, they would cut ties with me.

"Why are you looking at me? You're the creator of all the characters. When it comes to this, your choice is unquestionable!" Melanie nervously gripped her clothes. "But what if the one we choose doesn't perform well?" Jamie waved it off. "If it doesn't work, we'll replace them. What's there to be afraid of? I'm one of the investors. If anyone's unhappy and wants to withdraw their investment, I can cover it. These are non-issues!" He always exuded confidence as if nothing ever caused him doubt or fear. Melanie looked at him, and her heartbeat began to slow down.

“You don’t know what it feels like to wake up to half the school calling you a thief. You don’t know what it’s like to build something from the ground up and then be told you can’t touch it anymore. To be stripped of everything you’ve worked hard for.” A lump formed in my throat as I listened to him. To be honest, I kind of pity him. I might not know what it is like to be called a thief but I know what it is like to be an outcast. I'm also an outcast for not graduating with my class. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “You’re right. I don’t know what that feels like. But I can help you fix this mess.” He gave a bitter laugh again. “You think this is something you can fix with money o

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

"Fine. I heard some of the older guys talking in class today. It’s not like it’s a secret, Gwen. People talk." When he used the words 'outcasts' and 'rebels,' my mind flashed back to the very first day I arrived at RavenBane. Elodie had been telling me about my parents, and she had used those exact same terms. She’d mentioned they were outcasts. Were they the ones Leon was talking about? Were they banished and exiled from their packs too? "So...the outcasts," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can they ever go back? Once you’re exiled, is that it?"

I recognized the name, the kind of company that had been built specifically around athletes who existed outside the traditional mold, whose roster read like a list of people who'd decided authenticity was worth more than the alternative. One line. 'Our door is open, @JaxonWhitfield94.' I stared at it. In the dark. Three am. Callum asleep on the other end of the couch. Elena's voice on a recording saying your son is happy for the first time in years. A list on a piece of paper in my wallet, short, honest, slightly terrifying. The door was open. A different door than the one that had just closed. I put my phone down. I looked at the dark ceiling of Callum's apartment.

and continued, “Peace-loving outcasts are always welcome to the craggy hill!” “Outcasts?” whimpered the fishmonger and his wife and stopped their squabbling, as registered ordinary pure locals they dreaded the word that expresses illegal and errant. New things from the Western World were adapted immediately but not the human unsettled newcomers, locals from other islands or colonizers, afraid they would disturb their quiet routine. “Yes, even ex-rebels can become a citizen of the craggy hill.” “Ex-rebels?!” “Uh-huh...Well, all the Johnny-come-latelies– the refugees, vagabonds, castaways, stowaways, aliens, you name it–,” tattle

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 am not a traitor. And I will never be a traitor." " You are not a traitor. You are not just an ordinary traitor but you are a wicked one also. You made a deal that would lead to the fall of this country and you think you are not a traitor. " He chuckled. " You know what, Chief Joe Maxwell? I am done with you. I will see you again. " He turned and headed back into his car. Chief Joe Maxwell stood transfixed as the Chevrolet Impala drove out of the vicinity. His whole body iced down . Still in confusion as to what the next move would be, he settled in his car and started driving off, having no particular destination in mind.

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.