Outlander Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

"My grandfather has always been very fond of Cathleen. But I never thought he would like her to be his daughter-in-law. The relationship between Cathleen and my grandfather has gone way too far since the time when the girl was too young. Granddad can read her like a book. Olivia turned her face toward Finn, bringing her face too close to Finn's. Since no one was paying attention to her, she decided to flirt with Finn, trying to make Xavier jealous. "Why are you telling me all this?" Olivia asked Finn. A wicked grin twisted Finn's lips as he finally caught Olivia's eye. His plan was coming together perfectly—he would use her to destroy the fragile union between his uncle and Cathleen. The gli

“Don’t go poking that crazy woman either.” Her eyes widened. “You just called her crazy. You’re dead.” “…You still gonna tell me that ‘epic’ story or not?” “Of course!” she said, instantly switching gears. She pulled him to sit and, after checking no one was around, launched into a dramatic retelling— half truth, half exaggerated fanfiction. When she finished, Ollie’s face was unreadable. “So… they teamed up and made our cousin a widower? And he didn’t kill them? Weird. I should go talk to him about that.”

Olive’s POV [“Thank you for taking the blame for me, Olive. I promise to take care of your grandmother. Just bear a little longer, okay? We need to save our Pack from that dangerous Lycan. You are my only hope. And don’t worry. Once you get out of the prison, then I will get you back. We will get married, and you will be my Luna. That’s my vow.”]

My Connor, the one who used to sneak me snacks in the orphanage, now sounds like someone who could end lives without blinking. My father releases my arm like it burned him. He turns to Connor, trying to regain control. “This is a family matter. I understand you’re Claire’s friend and you’re trying to protect her, but you’re still an outsider here. Tyler is her soon-to-be fiancé. You don’t get a say.” Connor turns his head slowly and looks straight at me. His gray eyes are steady but there is something new in them. Something that makes my stomach flip. “Is it true? Am I an outsider, Claire?”

I asked in hesitation. “I don’t think so.” She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t meddle, baby. Let them fix their own issue. As long as it doesn’t get physical, we’ll stay out of it.” “What’s more physical than boning another man?” I laughed in silence, but she was already glaring at me. “I mean. Sorry, baby, but maybe Olive is into bad boys or a savior-hero type. The fact that she reads romance novels with mafia characters, I think she’s looking for spicy—”

His words twisted inside her, tearing at every fear she had buried deep within herself. The next moment, she was falling. The pack vanished, and the cold ground beneath her sent a shockwave through her body as she hit it hard. She scrambled to her feet, only to realise she was on the outskirts of the pack’s territory. The border loomed ahead, and as she looked back, the gates slammed shut behind her. "Outcast." "No..." Olivia whispered, her throat tight, tears blurring her vision as she pounded her fists against the barrier, screaming, "No! Please! Give him back!"

He had grown fond of Olivia, a feeling that had taken him by surprise and left him yearning for a deeper connection even if it was his forbidden desire. Olivia's dreams continued, the line between reality and slumber blurring. She dreamt of their outing, where laughter echoed in the night, and their unspoken desires hung in the air. In her dream, she reached out for Nathaniel's hand, a silent acknowledgment of their shared feelings. The dream stirred her heart, and a soft smile played on her lips as she slept.

“A fierce lover, and she is everything I have ever wanted in a woman and more. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, but my marriage with Olivia had been open for years. I guess I didn’t tell you because only my beta knew, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didn’t want the whole pack finding out. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t trust you… I just—” “Don’t worry, I get it,” Flynn cut in, voice rough. “You don’t have to explain.” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “And I’m sorry for talking shit about you behind your back. It was low as fuck. I guess my love for her got the better of me and fucked with my head. I wanted her for myself so badly I didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. And I

However, I could not bring myself to touch a dime of that money, and gave half of it back to the Sullivans and charity, but Mõshon is fully ours. Oliver is a Tucker and the heir to both the Sullivans and Tuckers. Now, Mõshon belongs solely to the Tuckers because of Oliver. Eleanor left the country. I will never sleep with both eyes closed because of that woman, and maybe that is my penance. She loved Kan. She really did. And if he loved her back, he would not have died. Since she believes I was responsible for him not loving her, even though I only showed up in the last two years of his life, she hates me for it.

" Nyla sighed and didn't respond further. As Oliver left Nyla's place, his expression gradually turned cold. Once downstairs, he saw Damon waiting a short distance away, just as he had expected. He approached Damon. "Mr. Sumner, I assume you're waiting for me?" "Yes. Mr. Raynor, I hope you can keep your distance from my son from now on!" Damon's voice was filled with warning. Oliver seemed unfazed, raising an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Nyla is my girlfriend, and Buddy is her child. I've spent nearly five years with Buddy, so I won't distance myself from him because of your preferences."