Outer Banks Wattpad Novels & Stories

appears at the very bottom of the void. NOTE 1,000,000: THE STORY OF THE OUTCAST IS OVER. THE STORY OF THE DAUGHTER IS... [LOADING].

I heard branches crack somewhere behind me and I froze immediately, my heart started pounding. “Look what we have here,” a voice spoke. Wolves, ragged and sharp-eyed, emerged from the shadows. They were Outcasts. Their scent carried smoke, blood, and hunger. “Well, well,” another wolf said. “The little omega exile.” They circled me like vultures. And throat tightened. “Don’t.” My voice broke. “Please.” But they didn’t listen. Their laughter echoed and my heart sank. “She’s alone,” one sneered. “Pretty little thing. The Alpha’s reject, so sad.”

Sam lifted his hand from his uncle's badge and shook the captain's hand as Moss said; " Welcome to L.I.F.E. " Epilogue : On a calm night in New Orleans, Onika kneels beside a river , filling up her canten. " Spirtual water beats that that tap water Stevie brings home. " She stood up and put the canten in her pouch as she headed toward the boarwalk. As she climbed up the stairs to the main platform, a raven with green eyes landed on top of the rail. The young priestess stopped instantly as she dropped her pouch.

“You represent the Luna, the Alpha, Dravonia itself—filth has no place in the Luna’s service!” Scarlett’s honey-brown eyes narrowed, her cloth moving defiantly slow, the rose-scented water lapping at her resolve as Odessa’s words echoed off the tiled walls, a reminder of the chains beneath the petals. Her boots thudded between the cedar tubs, the steam curling around her like a serpent as she loomed over the Omegas, their bodies half-hidden in the rose-strewn water.

Dead Waters is one of the foulest bogs on the planet, thanks to the disasters that left it uninhabitable. “Let’s see,” Evan says, making a show of tapping his lip with his forefinger and directing his gaze skyward. “Do I want a piece of land where I’ll have to wade through four feet of water to get to my home in the treetops? Or do I want the Creebay Preserve with its lush forests and waterways and the perfect spot for a domicile worthy of my stature? Hmmm. I can’t decide.” I glance at Luna again. Wet streaks glisten on her cheeks.

"They are men of the docks. They know how to disappear into the hold of a ship. They can handle themselves. But my babies... they cannot handle a Wolf." We drove in a tense, suffocating silence toward the outskirts of the city, toward the roar of the water that had seen my world crumble earlier that day. When the waterfall finally came into view, it looked different, no longer a scenic backdrop for a Gothic tragedy, but the entrance to a fortress.

He is my ancestor after all. White Claw only stayed with me at my new home for a few days. My body was still healing and every night I let Ophelia slather me with her mix of herbs and spices. Initially it stung, almost burning my tender skin, but then it soothed me and I would fall asleep, almost high from the fumes emanating from my own body. Ophelia’s daughter, Ebony, was my age and put in charge of showing me around. I had never seen the ocean before and was in awe. Yes, there was a lake at my old home, but that was cold and the water wasn’t inviting. I wanted to jump into the crystal-clear water and play all day. Ebony thought it was hilarious I was so excited and laughed when I stripped

Now it was just me, the boy, and the weight of my father’s pistol burning cold in my palm. The docks rose out of the mist like broken teeth. Rusted cranes loomed overhead, chains clinking faintly in the breeze. The water lapped black and slow against the wood, carrying the reek of oil and salt and something sourer—blood, maybe. Umbra’s men owned this part of the city. Every shadow could’ve been a gun, every ripple a body waiting to be pulled from the depths. “You’re late,” the boy said suddenly. His voice still too calm, too clean for this place.

Otis thinks of Harlow somewhat as his own daughter… She could have been and that's going to be hard news for her to handle. *Thinking we should get the hell out of here Luc,* Dante warns, as we again fight the wind. I jump into it, then allow my body to fly over the large area. The stupid baby vamps commandeered an entire shipping town, and had mostly been using abandoned warehouses near the water for shelter during the day. Now they’re nothing but mangled bodies, unrecognizable as Shadows fly around to pick up the pieces and dump them in the ocean for sharks. I watch the scene for longer than I should.

“They’re our only chance to save the queen. They hold the power we need to save Queen Kimalissa from the poison she’s been given.” Caelan’s expression softens, though a trace of humor still lingers in his gaze. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Akin, so I’m just going to say it,” he says before taking a deep breath. “Bright Waters is a myth. It’s just a story used to lure greedy foreigners into the heart of Oceana where they’re met with swift justice from the Oceanans. It’s not a place any living soul has ever reached because it doesn’t exist.”