Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

There are outer, middle, and upper walls. The outer is our farming district, with citizens living inside sheds or cottages. Now, before the gates, there are open lands. That's where people go if they get exiled or don't want to live inside these walls. It is more peaceful there than inside. I don't mind moving out of the main kingdom.

Closer to the edge of our territory. No, they can't be taking me there. The outlands. The land is run by Rougues. Starving outcasts who lost their minds and their packs. The kind of wolves who tear into flesh just to remember what it feels like to have a purpose My heart pounds against my ribs. No. No, this can’t be real. Gideon said a cabin. He said I was to be locked up. Watched. Not this—not exile. We reach a clearing. The trees thin out, revealing the broken fence that marks the edge of Silver Crescent's land. Just beyond it, wild woods stretch on for miles. Untamed. Lawless.

She only said that it would be big and I would know when to join in. The movement continues as Imogene drones on and on. I’m not even listening to her; I'm too consumed with what’s happening. Out of the shadows, different people step out, each with a translucent look to them. They have magic pouring out of them, yet they all look so different. I wonder if they are all from different countries. They silently approach, making a circle around us.

My brother’s only duty was to get our mother and me to safety. The outsiders are those stray wolves who don’t belong to a pack or who have been cast away. But rumor has it that someone is bringing them together to form a pack—an empire of their own. They have been claiming lands and killing their Alphas, but when they attacked our land, they left the moment my father died.

I didn't answer any calls, I didn't open the door when Gabby asked me to let her in, and I only made my meals because I thought a little more about the well-being of another innocent person. Today is not such an exciting day. There is silence inside my head, but outside, on the streets, I know that people revolt, that they scream for the rights of foreigners who have never had a voice capable of being heard. It wasn't exactly what Hunter intended, it wasn't his plan, but the way things are going, maybe it's better for me to just watch and wait for total chaos or a miraculous resolution. “Damn well? "Gabby asks, stretching on the chair at the dining table to serve me a glass of juice.

Face covered with leaves like masks but more patterned than the one on Killian's face. They clutched onto daggers like their life depended on it as they surrounded us from all sides. I tried to make out what clan they were but as far as I was taught by my adopted father, a wolf didn't need to carry weapons. I watched as Ivy took a step back when an old woman came through the door. Grey hair but with a good stance. “Outsiders," she hissed out. Ivy held out her hand in surrender, like she was showing them she wasn't a threat but I doubt any of these people understood what it meant.

I looked at them and they were glaring at each other like they would tear each other up in no time. I am just an outsider searching for a place to take shelter. Which is just impossible?

I had to admit, it was prettier than our palace back home. Then the whispers started again. “That’s them.” “The outsiders.” “She’s the one.” “ Okay, we get it. We’re strangers. Deal with it.” “ Maria! “ I cautioned. Maria leaned closer to me. “I’m just tired of their whispers.” “Let them be,” I murmured. “Just ignore them.” We kept walking, pretending we couldn’t hear them anymore. But each word still stung. We stepped into the outer court, and there we saw them. Valdanus stood near the center, speaking to a few guards in their own language. Estevan leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, watching everything with quiet interest.

It was a terrifyingly open-ended concept, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and incredibly empowered. As the sun reached its peak, I walked out to the porch and looked at the town below; the smoke from the chimneys drifted lazily into the crisp, clear air. Oakhaven was a small, quiet, and completely ordinary place; it was the kind of town where people went to live their lives, raise their children, and eventually, grow old. We were outsiders, ghosts who had wandered into their world, but as I stood there, I realized that we were also people; we were capable of being ordinary, too.

When I opened the curtains, the sunlight outside was blinding. I made simple coffee and toast, then sat at the little table by the window and ate slowly. My phone was quiet, and even the work group was peaceful. In the afternoon, I changed into workout clothes and prepared to go downstairs for a jog in the park. The moment I pushed open the glass door downstairs, someone blocked my path. It was Simon again. This time, he was alone. He was still wearing yesterday's shirt. It was badly wrinkled. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and stubble had grown along his jaw.