Outsiders Novels & Stories

The one thing all outliers now fear instead of seeking. Sure mates still exist and people still find them, but not out here. Not in the slums of the city where the unwanted laborers lay. Nah, we aren’t good enough for love and happiness. Be it our misfortune of standing up for what we believe or who our parents are, we are outcasts stuck on the outskirts. I stay for my dad, others stay for their family members or their mates that have been taken just out of reach.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Dabria and Moon were looking around at the place in awe. Not that the feeling was anyhow changed. They both felt like they were finally home. The people started gathering around as they saw the squad standing on the lands where all the outsiders were considered as nothing but enemy. The guards were ordered to kill any of the outsiders.

“Attacks have been happening in the area while you have been away.” “Any here at the castle?” Kellen shook his head. “No, none. This was the first.” “What kind of attacks?” Kellen took a deep breath. “Random vampire attacks.” “The Outsiders?” Kellen nodded. “Yes.” “Where are they all coming from?” I asked randomly. “In the past, The Outsiders always stayed to themselves, living in the sewers or in the woods, outside of civilized society.” Kellen said nothing as I thought for a minute. “One of The Outsiders, the woman, said they were after Jase. Do you think that the other attacks in the area are r

His eyes widened at the sight of Zed gripping the head of the ax with his bare hands in a prayer position. ''Zed!'' Ryder stood up and kicked the old man without hesitation with full knowledge that the old man was just a citizen. The ax dropped and Zed winced in pain, holding his hands together to try to slow down the bleeding. People started to gather around and one of them helped the old man stand while he was yelling at them, revealing that Ryder and Zed were actually outsiders. The men responded to his call and formed a ring around them, ready to pulverize them.

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

Navigating the irregular footing probably became easy after months and years of living in the same place. I lifted the edge of my hem to keep it out of the dirt. People passed us by and would look at us and then away. "I don't think they are happy we're here." "Probably because of where we came from. We are outsiders," Christopher said, taking my hand and placing it in the crook of his arm. "I guess you're right. But I would think they'd be eager to introduce themselves to their new neighbors." "Do you speak any French?" Christopher eyes me worriedly.

They were all cursed and in closed-door meditation, struggling to resist the negative effect brought by the curse. Of course, this was only true for humans. In Bane City, aside from humans, there were many Outsiders. No curse afflicted these Outsiders. Nonetheless, it was a critical time. The Outsiders were all focused on cultivating and did not wander around outside. “Ahh…” Seeing the barren Bane City, James could not help but sigh. A once vibrant and bustling city had become so deathly quiet. He walked along the familiar yet unfamiliar streets of Bane City. Not long after, he arrived at the mano

Hmmm, maybe she should treat them like how she did Maggie at the beginning of their relationship. “Pfft, Alicia you should work on your manners. You’re meant to be a princess, right? Like me. Yet, you’re trying to act like everyone’s friend.” Sarah stepped closer yet spoke louder. “I though you didn’t want to meet anyone else for fear of getting the disease?” The pack members murmured between them about it. “Outsiders are all the same. Doesn’t matter how they look,” one woman spat, turning away from them. “One Princess acts like we are beneath them and the other is a germaphobe-”

The sun wasn't scorching hot at it usually does, today it was quite windy and this is one of the best weather Melissa loves to explore in the jungle. She decided to go out to the forest to admire nature, she put on her pants, her outfit and took her little sword, placed on her waist belt. Wore her knee length ankle boots and stormed out of her room only to be met with the one face she never wanted to see that day, Frederick Stein's. 'Great my day is ruined.' she thought. Frederick Stein was sitting comfortably at the sitting room sipping on a cup of coffee waiting patiently for his woman or so he likes to think.

"The only outsider here is that rotten fish with you. This whole place stinks because of her. Please, dad, tell your companion to wait outside while we discuss." Cindy felt like slapping Rose when she heard Christopher call her a rotten fish. "I won't stand here and have you insult me. I am your family and they are the outsiders." "Even your breath stinks. How do you stand her dad?" Christopher asked his father after Cindy finished talking.