Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

“You’re my mate. This is your new pack. You’re staying here.” “You’re so selfish and stubborn. Are you blind, too? Don’t tell me you can’t see how these people are treating me? I don’t belong here.” “Give it a few more months and they’ll get used to your presence. Everyone is naturally wary of outsiders coming in. Did you even try to get on their good side?”

Linda helped me walk out of the cubicle, and as we walked out of the hall, different people hurled different types of insults at me. Their voices echoed in my ears, the sharpness of their words piercing through my already shattered spirit. I kept my head held high, trying to shield myself from their cruel remarks, but each insult felt like a blow to my already wounded heart. "Traitor!" "We don't want your kind here!" "Leave and never come back!" "We don't have any more premature deaths! Take your bad luck and leave!” The weight of their hatred bore down on me, threatening to break my resolve. Yet, I reminded myself that their words were fueled by ignorance and fear.

It seemed as though there was no escape from the tormenting messages that adorned the walls, constantly reminding her of the disdain and judgment from the outside world. Nathalie longed to step outside, to breathe in the fresh air, and feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. However, the weight of the public's disdain forced her to remain confined within the four walls of her home. It felt as if she were a prisoner, trapped in a never-ending cycle of humiliation and isolation.

The war had already begun, and there would be no mercy for traitors. Bianchi leaned forward slightly. “And Marcello?” I looked at him, holding his gaze. “The old man's already made his move,” I said. “And now it's my turn.” --- As I came outside, a gust of wind blowing on my face, I stared at the city– the cars, the lights, the people scurrying up and down the sidewalks. It was always so funny to think how much the city remained the same even when chaos was brewing underneath it. It always reminded me of the popular quote– ignorance is bliss.

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.

There were tall towers and buildings and multiple recreational centers. I wanted to visit the outside world. Dad never liked the idea. He didn’t want any of us visiting the outside world. He didn’t like outsiders. He said they were unsafe and could harm us. It was ironic because the roles were switched on their sides. And it seemed like he wasn’t the only werewolf with such opinions because I rarely ever heard people talk well about outsiders. In Fact, they painted them as beasts and monsters. I had never seen an outsider before. Maybe they were not real after all. For all any of us knew it could all be myths. But would Uncle Garrick lie about his encounters? They seemed rather exaggerated.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other