Outsiders Stories Novels & Stories

I ask, my servant-bot slowly hovering at the base of my staircases. “Unstoppable had been beaten,” my servant-bot starts,” The OutCasts had defeated him and now, he is begin held in a maximum-security prison cell at IronWall Prison.” “I guess Unstoppable wasn’t so unstoppable after all,” I say, my eyes still focus on the hundreds and hundreds of screens in front of me. As I keep on watching, I see so many people walking around, doing whatever it is want. I see them speeding through the streets. I see them throw their trash everywhere. I see them act like uncaged animals.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

As the first light of dawn began to paint the sky, Kai and Zira set out. They moved silently through the jungle, their feet finding purchase on paths invisible to outsiders. Kai led the way, his senses alert for any sign of the strangers. "Tell me about them," Zira said softly as they paused to drink from a clear stream. "The outsiders you saw." Kai cupped his hands, bringing the cool water to his lips before answering. "There were three. Two men - one older, weathered by the sun and jungle. A guide, I think. The other was young, nervous. New to his place, I think."

Raine POV The forest had always been my refuge. But I couldn’t stay there forever. The walk home was supposed to clear my mind. I kept my head down, my fingers still curled into fists from my encounter with Ronan. The scent of pine and damp earth faded as I stepped out of the forest and onto the dirt road leading into town. The Bloodmoon Pack's territory stretched around me, the houses growing closer together. I told myself I was fine. That Ronan’s words didn’t sting.

Slowly, from the darkness of the woods, two humans came out walking with nothing in their hands but guns. I don’t know how they use that tool, but I have read in my books that people from Earth mostly use that from killing. I admit I am afraid, and it’s frustrating because I used to be the reason of someone else’s fear. But at the same time, I’m relieved since I think heavens heard again my prayers. I will die! “What a beautiful horse it is.” I shivered upon hearing the lady’s voice and the language she just used. It’s Audravan, the language of Audravarians! Galing ba kami sa iisang mundo?

I would find him. The journey took three hard days of riding. I slept in inns under a false name, ate simple meals, and felt more alive than I had in years. Every mile away from the palace lifted a weight from my chest. On the evening of the third day, I finally reached the border outpost — a rugged fortress nestled against the mountains where Radian’s forces were stationed. I dismounted in the courtyard, dust-covered and exhausted, my short hair wild from the ride. Soldiers stared at the strange woman who had ridden in alone.

He took another bite of chocolate and then added, "Also, I happened to hear some talk today about the outcast rebels of the school." I stopped chewing immediately. I turned my whole body toward him, my curiosity peaking. "You know something about the outcasts?" "Yeah," he replied, his voice completely nonchalant. "How? Who were you talking to?" "I just heard some stories," he told me, kicking his legs back and forth against the bumper. "Stories about how they were banished. How they were exiled from their packs and forced to live on the fringes." "Where did you hear a conversation like that?" I pressed. My heart was starting to beat a little faster.

I suppose given time their colors would possibly show but until then I will attempt to believe that this Cyrus guy was decent. I set my apartment keys on the kitchen table and hoped that Jem wasn’t going to move them by morning. Why was my life so strange and complicated when it came to the paranormal shit? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I hardly had any friends to really enjoy a decent day with and when I told them about my ability to “See” the other side. They ended up never speaking to me ever again. It hurt but like all other things I moved on. I hated being alone in all this and not having somebody to talk to about these strange and weird situations. To have someone r