Outlanders 1 Novels & Stories

“You’re all still here.” “Are you okay?” I asked, stepping forward. She nodded quickly, though her hands were trembling. “Barely. I’m holding on, but I don’t know how long.” Tyler moved toward her. “What is it?” She swallowed and straightened, glancing briefly out the window before locking eyes with him. “We’ve got incoming. Wolves, outsiders, crossed the border about five minutes ago. Crescent, Redpine... maybe more. I couldn't make out all the scents.”

In slow motion, my eyes close in on what I imagine utopia would be like. The casual sounds of the house are suddenly muffled and then silenced; the only thing continuing to exist in my world is Mason. I block out the thoughts of this being a one-night stand in favor of enjoying the experience, so unlike me. I allow myself to savor what he's offering, nothing but pleasure and ecstasy. I'm embarrassingly wet, but he doesn't seem to notice, or maybe doesn't care.

“The rest of you with me. Let’s take down these outlanders.” The villagers stand in readiness to fight as the others arrive at the territory. “Who are you?” “Out of our way!” one of the males from Luas’ territory order. “We are not here to fight you.” “Then why are you barging into my territory like this?” The Alpha complains. “We are looking for an outlander female. We were hoping she may have passed this way.” “Outlander?” The Alpha responds. “We haven’t seen any outlander here in years. We haven’t had outlanders in our territory since the last war.” He denies.

“I’m beginning to.” The tension between us shifted again. Warmer, closer. I hated how my pulse reacted to his voice now. Before either of us could speak again, hurried footsteps approached from behind. One of Tombstone’s younger warriors rushed toward us before bowing quickly to Marten. “My Alpha.” Marten straightened instantly. “What is it?” The warrior swallowed hard before speaking. “We found outsiders near the southern woods.” Every muscle in Marten’s body hardened immediately. “Who?” “Oakwood soldiers.”

“I'm aware of a lot of things, Sir Edward. Your name was praised in the Outlands, after all.” The Outlands? What were these things I was hearing? ‘The Outlands’ was the nickname given to the charred regions of the Americas, whose desolation occurred about a hundred years ago when the humans first discovered that werewolves were real. Before then, werewolves had never believed that humans would find them out, so they were lax with security. The moment humans in those areas found out we existed, they torched the regions where the werewolves resided, throwing arsenic and wolfsbane on the wolves that tried to escape.

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

"The grand finale piece is definitely going to be released soon." "I can't wait!" Through the door, I heard ragged breathing from inside, thick with rising desire. The sound was exactly like the nightmare that had haunted me these past few days. "Hey! You can't go in there!" Ignoring the people trying to stop me, I kicked the door open. Inside, Vivian's body was barely covered where it mattered, most of her pale young skin exposed to the air. Julian held the camera in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were still hovering over her skin.

The tension in the night air was so thick it felt solid, a palpable force pressing against my skin. Under the flickering station light, Frank and Dr. Yeboah faced each other in a silent, furious standoff. Frank shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking from my husband to me and back again, clearly out of his depth. This was his fight no longer. I pushed open the car door and stepped out, the gravel crunching beneath my shoes. “I’m going with Frank,” I stated, my voice dry and stripped of all warmth.

He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!" Papa's and Mamma's expressions instantly changed, panic flaring. "Quick! Call the doctor immediately!" They hurriedly brushed past me. The heavy wooden door slammed shut in my face with a bang. I stood quietly in place for two seconds, then turned around and went back to my cold and gloomy room. I stuffed the few clothes I had into my bag. It was well below freezing outside. Bracing against the biting wind, I dragged my peeling suitcase and walked resolutely into the depths of winter without looking back.

the scribe continued, “A patrol returns with three injured warriors and reports an ambush. They claim the attackers were not wolves, not bears, not human, something else. Panic spreads. Some pack members demand immediate evacuation. Others demand immediate retaliation. What is your strategy within the next twelve hours?” My breath caught. Not wolves. Not bears. Not human. Something else. The word Outlands echoed in my mind. The scribe’s voice didn’t change, but I heard the gravity in the silence that followed. Ronan’s hand moved steadily. No hesitation. No panic. Keiran’s shoulders rose and fell with a slow, controlled breath before he wrote again, as if forcing his mind to stay on the page