Outcasts Novels & Stories

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.

It was only when he arrived at the place that Jensen realized Gerald was there, too. Jensen greeted everyone and took a seat. He asked, "What's going on? Do you not want to let me join your gatherings anymore?" Boa had compelling storytelling skills. Moreover, what happened earlier was truly amusing. Through her narration, the events became even more gripping and intense. "I think that guy's seriously nuts," Jensen commented. "Stay as far away as you can the next time you see him. People with mental issues don't get prosecuted even if they've killed someone."

They were nothing but lost wolves, wandering the South without any purpose. Cain approached me, cautiously. “Sir, they’re retreating. We should take this to our advantage and go after them. Take them down before they can regroup.” Shaking my head, my gaze locked on the shadows where the outcasts were retreating, “Leave them. They were promised things, and the one who promised it can’t provide it anymore.” “What if they return?” Cain argued. “They will. But not for us. They had enough for now. They were once part of a pack and now they don’t know what to do with themselves.”

Beach inquired. "Ali and I found some strays-" "Strays?" Beach asked, confused. That was a term rarely used on the Outcasts since they never crossed the borderlines and got into the city but if ever they did then they were considered Strays and killed on sight. But, why Sage seemed concerned about these Strays beats him. Sage read his thoughts and she quickly shook her head and began speaking again. "They aren't Outcasts but visitors in the city who had flaws."

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."

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.

"Your Aunt Sally and her daughter Holly—they're werewolves too." I felt like someone punched me. "What?" The word came out choked. "That can't be true." "They're Outcasts," Mathias said, and the way he said it made it sound like a bad word. "Outcasts?" I felt like I was drowning in all these new things I was learning. "Wolves without a Pack," Daxon said shortly. "Werewolves usually live in family groups called Packs. But Outcasts... they're alone. No family. Kicked out."

“She is banished to the borderlands. Let the rogues claim what this pack has no use for.” I cannot move. Cannot speak. The crowd begins to chant. “Outcast. Outcast. Outcast.” Hands shove me from behind. I stumble forward. Someone spits at my feet. I keep walking because if I stop, I will collapse, and I refuse to give them that satisfaction. I lift my chin and walk out of the square, out of the village, past the last torch and into the darkness beyond. The borderlands stretch before me, a no-man’s-land of twisted trees and treacherous cliffs. Rogues prowl these woods, wolves without packs who answer to no law. They will tear me apart before dawn.

Alliance formed. Callum is now providing security for Isla's network. Three shelters. Seventy-four wolves. Growing organization of packless creatures. My brother is organizing the outcasts. Building something in the wasteland where he was supposed to disappear. Rage builds in my chest. Pure, overwhelming rage. "He was supposed to disappear," I say out loud. "He was supposed to break. Die. Go feral. Anything except this." Marcus stays silent. Omegas don't speak unless spoken to.

Yet, my efforts were met with a loud slam. Those inside, safely hidden in their steel fortress, treated me as nothing more than a joke for their entertainment. No one cared whether I could make it out of this accursed forest alive or otherwise. Growl… Around me, low growls rumbled. The beasts stepped out from behind the bushes, one after another. Their fangs glinted with a cold, cruel light, as if they were already at my throat. I was a fighter. I had always been disciplined in my training.