Outsiders Imagines Novels & Stories

"your momma calls you what?" "My name is Helena Boucher..." "The name sucks but suits a deranged girl like you"he cursed then turn around and kept walking. I clenched my fist, controlling my urge to punch him then I started walking fast to keep up with him. When I got into the house,I stared at every corner of the living room . It was really an heaven on Earth.Never in my wildest dream have I ever thought of coming to a house like this let alone spending a whole month in this house but still it isn't worth staying for I know this jerk won't let me stay in peace.

I can’t picture him as a father yet, holding a tiny baby in his bulky arms, but I’m sure that he will be a wonderful one. I stop and lean on a tree, call me delirious, but I don’t think that I’m in that forest anymore. Scratch that, call me crazy instead for this place seems enchanted, maybe that’s why it was isolated by that invisible barrier. Is it what’s inside that needs to be shielded from the outsiders or the other way around? A sense of panic is flooding me again, the more I examine my whereabouts in despair, the more the scenery changes, the landscapes are different. The ski, the trees, the ground, everything around me.

"Why does being different mean I can't know anything? I just want to understand." A woman from the group stepped forward, her gaze softening as she regarded me. "Listen, outsider, this city holds secrets woven into the fabric of our existence. Freda's purpose is hers alone, and you'll find no answers here. It's a dance of shadows, and you're a stranger stumbling in the darkness."

"That ugly outsider is nowhere to be seen. She must have absconded from the crime! I suggest you issue an order to have anyone who sees her kill her immediately! If it's any later, she might have escaped from the Poison Mist Forest!" "If it weren't for protecting that outsider, Carolina wouldn't have been injured. When that crazy werewolf rushed up to High Altar, I tried to take Carolina to escape with me. However, that ugly outsider deliberately knocked over Carolina. She used Carolina to block the attack. She is damn vicious! Her heart is uglier than her face..."

I was about to eat some stolen fruit when I heard a tree branch break nearby. I quickly hid behind a tree. I grabbed my knife, ready to attack whoever it was. "Come on, come out. I see you, pretty girl. Surrender to us or this won't end well for you if we decide to use our strength," I heard one of the three men say. From their foul smell, I knew they were outsiders. They smelled bad because most outsiders didn't bother to bathe and clean themselves. "We're asking you nicely, dear. Come out while you still can," I heard a man say.

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from the edge of the broken road and ma

FOUR For someone who claimed he ran a drug cartel, Melinda expected his house to look like it. Portraits of gangsters, drug lords and funky musicians is what she expected as decorations in the entire building. Instead, what she saw was floral decorations, art works at every possible place, paintings, sculptures and a very large portrait of a half naked Ajax in the hallway.

While most of them have fled, there are still a few inside, trying desperately to help others who have been buried. My hand still sizzling, I shake it off and pull it back. About to reach in and pull out some more wires, I stop when I hear Dr. Cho screams. It wasn't her gloating but her being taken by surprise. Looking out, I see the four OutCasts charging toward me. "They sure took their time," I think as I reach in.

One minute, he was my tormentor, the next, my shadow. When we reached the outskirts of the forest, my stomach dropped. Bad luck must have been written all over me tonight because standing there, leaning against a rusted lamppost, was the last person I wanted to see—Jonan and his gang of pricks. “Well, well, look who finally decided to crawl out of the woods.” Jonan grinned, his dark eyes locking onto mine with the same sick amusement I’d grown used to. “What were you doing out there, wolfless? Trying to summon your non-existent wolf?”

Adrian remarked, his voice filled with awe. As the saying goes, "Outsiders see the spectacle, while insiders perceive the essence." For someone of Adrian’s level, a mere glance was enough to understand the profound significance behind the inscriptions. Despite their seemingly simple appearance, these words were likely etched with a divine sword. If so, the founder of the Universe Alliance must have wielded extraordinary power to carve them, showcasing a strength beyond anything Adrian could fathom. The grandeur of the Universe Alliance was evident from these inscriptions alone. Among the other immortals, it was clear that many did not grasp the depth of the significance behind these characte