Outcasts Romane & Geschichten

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Callum Pierce, my childhood friend, sat beside the bed. When he saw me wake up, joy lit up his face. "Stella." My whole body was still shaking violently. It felt as if I could still see those men touching me. Callum immediately held me as I lost control. "It's all right. I've already sent them to prison. "And I had those photos swapped out. Everything taken to the auction was edited fake material."

In fits and starts, I wrote about the quiet bitterness of those on the margins of society and the moments they were made to feel invisible. One day, I typed out, "In that lavish estate, all the applause and spotlight belonged to them. I was nothing more than a superfluous ornament—fit only to stand in the shadows and watch in silence." That post went viral without any warning. Within moments, tens of thousands of comments flooded in. Countless people wrote that my words mirrored their own feelings of being abandoned by their family. As I read those comments, I suddenly felt like crying. It wasn't because the post had gone viral, but because I finally realized just how many people out there w

I followed her gaze, taking in the scarred faces, the quiet children, and the strange, empty stillness that hung over the entire valley. "We are the outcasts living in the Borderlands," Edith explained, her eyes fixing back on me with a heavy, piercing intensity. "The ones who were discarded because we didn't fit the grand designs of the great high houses. We are the broken, the wolfless, and the forgotten. If a wolf is crippled in battle, or a she-wolf loses her beast to a curse, the Alphas throw them to the rogues to preserve their pack's purity. Chief Rod brought us here instead. He built this sanctuary out of the dirt so the forgotten would have a place to

“Stay behind my back.” She offered a frantic nod. The very first figure emerged from the dark shadows of the trees, followed rapidly by four others. The five men weren't wearing the official uniforms of her home kingdom, but were instead clad in dark, practical leather with their faces partially concealed by cloth wraps. The leader of the intruders looked directly down at the pinned captive. “You opened your mouth.” The injured man's face drained of what little color it had left. The Alpha stepped forward, his massive frame radiating a terrifying aura of power. “You are standing inside my sovereign kingdom.”

Luke gasped. "OUTCAST." A huge lump formed in my throat at that word and I swallowed it forcefully. As if being a rogue was devastating and derogatory enough. I'm also gonna become an outcast? So much for being the almighty Vince Walker, huh? My ego and pride are in hell right now, burning to ashes. I've been brought to nothing. And God, it fucking hurts. "How is that possible? He's Vince Walker. Why would he be banished?" Luke was determined to argue my case.

The one thing all outliers now fear instead of seeking. Sure mates still exist and people still find them, but not out here. Not in the slums of the city where the unwanted laborers lay. Nah, we aren’t good enough for love and happiness. Be it our misfortune of standing up for what we believe or who our parents are, we are outcasts stuck on the outskirts. I stay for my dad, others stay for their family members or their mates that have been taken just out of reach.

No magic to be had in our little traveling gig. No, we are just a bunch of misfits. Outcasts deemed unworthy, unlovable, the freaks of the very world these humans deny. I have found that in being cast out and being told we don’t exist, there is a balance to be struck in the middle. Being cast out is essentially the same as not existing. So we exist in the shadows. Out of the minds of those who don’t want us, but in the realm of fantasy for those who seek it.

Moreover, they held similar stoic looks. “It clearly seems, they don’t want you anymore, your out of their life now, you got to move on without them. This house, is what it is..” “What do you mean?” “We were all cast out, by family, by friends, by Love ones. And here we’re. We grow stronger. And deal with everyone who dealt with us. Revenge it is for us.” Elina looked at him, with the tears streaming down her face, she didn’t bother, wiping them off. But just let it flow.

"But it is, Papa. I hate it when those Freeborns see us as an abomination." "And who says they are free?" Maduka laughs, "look at the bright side, my son. That they claim to be free doesn't make them free. And because we are excommunicated from the rest of the people doesn't make us inferior. Amadi or Osu (Freeborn or outcast), what keeps us bound or loose is innate. The desire to discriminate is deep in our blood. It's a human thing." "How?" Jide strokes his brow, "how can that be, I can't remember calling anyone an Outcast Or pushing them off the cliff because they forgot to greet me properly"

A feeling I thought I had left behind when I left the Downfall Pack, but really would never forget for the life of me. The feeling… of being an outcast.