Outcasts Novels & Stories

David's fingers tapped the table rhythmically, his mind already preparing for battle. "It's a baseless accusation," David began, his voice cold but sharp. "Anyone can claim anything. Just like I could say, 'Natalie and Marcus are secretly having an affair. It's the same thing-" "What? How dare you!" Natalie spat, furious. David leaned back in his chair, unbothered. "Exactly my point. People say whatever they want without proof. I'm telling you, I'm innocent. And let's not forget, Stephanie isn't even reachable. This is all a setup, and we need to treat it as such."

Franklin’s voice was loud as he looked around the den. “I choose to be cast out.” Carl announced and within five minutes, every member of the former Southern Alaskan pack had become outcasts with us. Alexander’s rage had taken over and I could see his emotions clearly now. I was certain as well that Malachi could hear him too. I had never in my life been as proud as I was when Carl and the other members had announced their decision. This was our family, our pack. I walked out of that den, Malachi’s arm over my shoulder as a proud outcast.

Happy smiles on their lips, so bright that it is impossible to look straight. Everything is like the past has changed. The other woman took her mother's life, and the other girl took hers. Her father, it seemed, was no longer her father. Aurora feels like falling into a fog, everything becomes blurry, and there is no way out. Suddenly, a loud voice rang in her ear, pulling her out of her own world: - Hello, an outcast of time. Aurora widened her eyes in surprise, she turned her head to look at the voice. There was a clock floating in the white mist. The other watch even makes a body with dew, just like a human.

“He is a member of us, the outcasts. He was deaf, he just wanted to say hello.” Smiling, I tucked my head and conceded that he did have a point. He didn't need to humor me or answer me with an explanation, but he had, and now I felt like I should be nice to him. “My bad. Who are you?” “I am from Running Brooks, and no, that is not where I'm headed,” he smiled, speaking for all of them. Murmurs of assent went through them. “Same with you guys?” I asked, and the rest of the outcasts shrugged, obviously not used to speaking so much.

I thought adventurers had the ultimate freedom to go have adventure wherever they choose but it seems that it was not the case for this two. When the time is right and when lighting strikes they would not be alone, I would pray for them my whole life through till this very day, and I then decided to help them. How do I help them? Am I going to help them escape or help them find their solid place here? Well, it seems the only thing I can do is help them escape somewhere safe. I had heard of a village that is welcoming to the bond between humans and outcasts, that village is normally called the village of Haktun, it was the most powerful outcast community.

—the thousands of outcasts, rogues, and rejected wolves who had been living in the caves and the forests for centuries, waiting for the signal. One by one, they emerged from the shadows of the peaks. They were not "Pure" wolves. They were the scarred, the scentless, and the "Defects." They carried the brands of a thousand rejections, but as they saw the Sovereign standing in the ruins, their eyes turned a solid, glowing sapphire. "The Outcasts," Silas whispered, his heart swelling with a raw, unadulterated pride. "They never left. They were just waiting for a Queen."

“Try me.” He gave a tired smile. “Maybe I am just the scape goat used to disrupt things so that I can help you see the real traitor.” “Okay… I definitely wasn't expecting that answer.” “You still don’t get it, Ghost. You think you’re fighting me but you’re fighting the wrong man. The actual person who sold you out isn’t the one bleeding in your bed. The cover up plan is.” His voice faded. “And you trust them too much to see, that's the problem.”

Narrator- Ben entered a mud hut covered with bamboo and straw, which served as the local social establishment for the closest hybrid village near the pack. When the elderly wolf entered the dark space lighted only by candles and handmade wax lamps, he still wore his cowboy style hat, which covered his silver white hair, and provided a dark shield for his pupils which carefully looked from left to right while he made his way to the bar.

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

I never expected that Lucas's way of making me regret would be disrupting my professor appointment ceremony. This wasn't something a decent Alpha should do. A few days ago, I was promoted to professor of Combat Theory due to my outstanding performance. At the ceremony, Lucas suddenly showed up with Finn in his arms. "Claire's name hasn't been removed from the Moonhowl pack registry. I'm sorry, but she can't hold a position in the Stormcrest pack," he said confidently, holding some documents.