Outlanders 1 Novels & Stories

"Hey sleepy gills, you ready to go home?" Claire's voice cooed as if she were speaking to a child. Frank tried sitting up to find something was holding him down. He blinked away the groggy feeling of waking up from much-needed deep sleep. Reaching for his eyes he realized the heavy pressure he felt was indeed holding him in place. Looking down he found the two girls Ivan had just been holding were laying on top of him fast asleep. Frank tried looking around to find Claireor even Ivan but couldn't. They were under a tree in what seemed to be next to a wheat field with a light breeze blowing through the field. The sun looked as if it were about to set but was fighting to continue sharing its b

Loki, Caius, and Stryxx were 3 quarters away from the border between the Rogue's territory to the Old Ones. Chad had reminded them that time passes differently in the Old Lands due to a ever potent spell place by those who came before Anatashi and her motley pack of misfits. "Do you believe this mole is as loyal to Chad as he says?" Stryxx, always, the thunder cloud over everyone's heads. "I believe in Dove and his capabilities to sell just about any plan to even the smartest wolves. I guess he's really Chad's,vrother." Loki mentioned.

"One by one, we will go around the table and will tell what we saw. Tell everything. Leave nothing out. Also, the rest of us will stay silent. Everyone understand?" We all nodded our agreement. "Good," Daphne replied. "Each of us are given the vision that will most affect us." She looked over at Xander. "Xander, you go first, and then well go around the table." He nodded, letting out a deep breath. "I saw a river in the Oasis not far from here. Then a huge white wolf appeared and led me downstream, beckoning me to follow. Kalyssa, it looked like your wolf. Anyway, we came to a warehouse. When I flung the door open, there were cages inside."

🐾 Luna Pernwél They had cut off the powersource at the base of the mountain and we had only the candlelight to guide us. My eyesight had changed because of my wolf's nature and seeing in the dark was no longer an obstacle to me. Everyone’s eyes glowed around me, adapting to the darkness. “Every pack member, go to your places!” Jake bellowed through the tent. “Non-warriors, return home and close the doors and windows.” He motioned towards the mothers and children, while the female warriors ushered them to their houses in an organised way.

Leonardo will be with you soon. I frown. Okay, I’m not being kidnapped. What if I’m being offered to be some sex worker? I’ve heard stories of girls traveling abroad and suddenly living lavishly but can’t leave the country. I frown about to stand up when the two men from last night enter my line of sight, but this time a third man with them.

It always had been. After a couple of moments, I glanced at the five a.m. sky outside my window, placed the underwear down on my dresser, and tugged off my shirt to prepare for our morning run. Most of my pack had gone out at four thirty this morning and were flooding back onto pack grounds, but I hadn’t had the damn courage to leave this house. What if we came back and she was gone? If we left when everyone was back, then no asshole, like Anna’s father, would make it inches onto my land without someone notifying me. Everyone knew that humans weren’t allowed here, especially after what that fucker had done to us after he took Anna away.

No blood trail, no human tracks leading to this spot. The baby’s eyes fluttered open. Striking blue. Bright. Curious. Erynn felt something inside her shift. A pull she couldn’t explain. “This can’t be…” she whispered, glancing around as if expecting someone to emerge from the trees and claim the child. But there was no one. The baby let out another small cry, her tiny fingers curling in the air. Reaching for something someone. Erynn exhaled sharply. She should leave her. The laws were clear outsiders had no place in the pack. If she took this child back, she would be challenging everything the wolves believed in.

The riders had strange tattoos on their faces, their half-wolf, half-human features stark and proud. Behind them marched creatures I'd only ever read about in forbidden texts: winged humanoids, scaled beast-men, and figures so shrouded in shadow-black cloaks they were nothing but shapes. "What... what kind of army is this?" a soldier stammered. "A rabble of mongrels and exiles," Lukas sneered, but I saw his hand drift toward the hilt of his sword. "They only know how to put on a show." "Kristina, how much did you pay for these mercenaries?" Lyla mocked, her voice loud enough for all to hear. "They look intimidating, but they're still just a mob."

He paused for a bit and continued, "But I'll still support you no matter what you choose to do. There's no need for you to return to a home like that anyway." He didn't drive us home that night. Instead, he drove us to the lakeside. A fireworks display lit up the sky, with brilliant bursts reflecting off the shimmering river. Yet it wasn't enough to thaw the chill in my heart. Kevin stopped the car and took my hand again. "You can cry if you want to." I shook my head. My tears had long since dried up. "I just find it… so absurd. As it turned out, 20-something years of family affection couldn't even compare to a stranger's brief companionship or even just a few words of provocation from her."

The rogue camp sprawls across a clearing like a scar on the forest floor. Crude shelters built from stolen lumber and salvaged stone house maybe fifty outcasts, a mix of wolves and vampires who've been cast out from their kingdoms. Fires burn in metal drums, casting flickering shadows across faces marked by violence and loss. This is where the unwanted come to survive. Marcus leads Stark through the camp, and every eye turns to watch. The female wolf from the fight limps behind them, still bleeding from her ribs.