Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

“Tonight the world outside howls. We do not open the gates when wolves are near.” Outside. We never said the word out loud without something sour curling underneath it. Outside was where the Apostates lived. The Blind. The Sleepers. The ones who had turned their faces away from the depth below and filled their ears with noise. That’s what I’d been told since I learned to walk. They are lost, the Elders said. We are saved. Saved didn’t feel like this. Saved didn’t feel like a locked door, or whispered meetings, or the way everyone stopped talking when I entered the room.

"Anyone who hurts my woman is asking for trouble." The doctors soon performed a thorough checkup on me. Other than some inflammation in the lung from choking on water, the rest of my injuries were external. Still, my face was nearly unrecognizable. Each cut that ran across my skin was long and deep. Staring at the reflection of my face, now bandaged up like a mummy, a surge of hatred boiled inside me. I vowed to make Haley and her lackeys pay for this. … Meanwhile, Haley wasn't doing much better.

"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.

I replied watching as both doors to the throne room are opened by a pair of smartly dressed butlers, the light and atmosphere so bright it could be intimidating, but I didn’t even flinch. It was finally, time for this outcast to reclaim her throne.

David pondered aloud, pursuing the vehicle amidst the chaotic hustle and bustle of the road. *** Avery sat alone at the dining table, absentmindedly sipping her usual glass of orange juice. Her gaze drifted toward the commotion happening in the house, where a group of men were diligently working on the renovation. While their efforts unfolded before her, her thoughts were consumed by David. Why did he run off like that? She had patiently waited for him at the mall, hoping he would return, but he never did. Forced to hire a taxi to transport all she bought, as well as his own neglected trolley, Avery's disappointment lingered.

In my head, I replied yes, but only a low hiss could be heard. "I'll take that as a yes," she says with a smile. My mate takes the lead toward the exit but is forced to talk to people as we leave the hall. I follow her but do not hold her hand when she offers it. How will I explain all this to Imagyn? Would she understand? Would My fated be angry with me when she finds out about Imagyn? My thoughts consume our walk through the clan house; before I know it, we are at a set of French doors with dahlias and lions carved into them. The stationed sentry warrior bows and opens them for his Queen.

"I saw nothing outside. I mean, yeah, I couldn't see anything with this black ink-like rain, but I really couldn't see any mindless creature outside." With those words, the three people—Brandon, Hannah, and Marcky—went to the window and took a look. "Jarvis is right; there's no mindless creature outside," Hannah muttered. "This is getting more and more creepy," Marcky added. Seeing that, Brandon went back to where he was sitting and started, "I guess I am right." Those words made the others turn around. "What do you mean?" Jarvis asked, sitting back down to where he was sitting.

Gina's room had been arranged into a makeshift office and decorated to her taste. She turned to Vale. "Do you have any idea where the outside city is?" Vale smiled. "The outside city doesn't exist. It's called the outside city because it doesn't exist. It's outside our realm. It's the realm of pure humans we can never reach, even when hunting." Derek shook his head in disagreement. "I disagree with you. The outside city is in this universe. It's like Bayview—a community of humans roaming about. I wish I could find such a population; hunting won't be such a hassle." He fired at Vale.

“Nights where I can barely leash him. Days where he’s rabid under my skin. But near her? It was like someone pressed pause.” Raymond exhaled, quiet but heavy. “We’ve found no one. Which leaves only one explanation.” I froze. “Say it.” “She could be an outsider.” A laugh tore out of me—short, sharp, dangerous. My jaw locked as I turned on him. “You think anyone foolish enough to smuggle an outsider into my territory still breathes?” Raymond’s gaze flickered away. “Exactly.” I shoved my boots on, the leather biting back. “So we find her. Because she’s here. And she’s real.”