The Outcasts Tv Series Novels & Stories

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

But this time… they felt different. Not a dream, exactly. A memory. She stood in a crumbling hall old stone, vines choking the walls, stained glass shattered into the dirt. A woman stood at the center, her arms outstretched as figures in black cloaks shouted, their faces masked, their voices cruel. “Outcast,” they screamed. “Breaker of laws. Betrayer of kin.” Samantha tried to run to her, but her legs wouldn’t move. She could only watch as the woman, a tall figure with hair like shadows and fire, was shoved to her knees.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

I couldn’t believe them! “You make it sound like it’s none of your business what happens to me, when I am a member of your own pack! Worse off, your own daughter!” I continued to shout. To Rush, I then said, “If you are an admirable Alpha- or any Alpha, for that matter- you would not have let one of your own people be isolated! Instead, all you’ve done was turn a blind eye on me! You didn’t bother to even attempt to stop anyone from making me an outcast! If the rumors we hear about you is true, I am willing to bet it is because you did not want your own people to turn on you! How weak-willed could you be!” Before Rush could say anything to retort, I turned to Dominic and shouted, “And you, y

The further I followed the address, the more uneasy I felt. When Claire stepped out of the shadows with a pack of vicious Rogues behind her, I realized the whole truth. There was no important guest… It was a trap all along!

That handsome face and those golden eyes marked his identity clearly. Theo's father was actually Ethan Godric, the Alpha of the Stormcrest pack—leader of the entire Pack Alliance. With Ethan's arrival, the chaotic scene was immediately under control. He had Isabella taken away for disturbing public order. Then, right there on the spot, he announced that Lucas's status as the Alpha would be suspended pending review. A decision would be made after a two-month evaluation. Lucas didn't say anything. He just led the still-crying Finn away.

he tells me and places my hand between his, "my life was not easy. When my mother died, I was homeless for a while, until the system caught me up and I started living in foster homes. But that wasn't my thing, so I ran away and went back to living on my own. I will not tell you what I did, I will just tell you that I was not a good person." "Living with the outcasts on the last mission made me remember the times when I was homeless. These people are not good or bad, Bianca, they are just people with a bad situation. They do what they do to survive. That's why it bothered me when I saw how the Silver Pack guard tricked them into catching them. They are given makeshift houses and food, and whe

The outcasts were relentless, and it was clear that they were waiting for a day to be able to take down an Alpha and his pack. Marcus made his way to his feet, he was bleeding heavily from his shoulder, and he stumbled back. His eyes were filled with anger and pain. “You can’t fucking win Logan! There is no chance in hell that you will be able to win. Even if you manage to kill me, the outcasts will still tear you and your pack into shreds! You’re a fucking idiot to think you can succeed!”

“Your uncle may have elite forces under his control. But he does not realize… some of his enemies survived.” “What do you mean?” “This valley is where The Outcasts gather,” Dorian says while pointing at the map, his eyes gleaming wildly with excitement. “Former Alphas and elite soldiers who rebelled against Alpha Garson are hiding there.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “There is a good chance the people still loyal to your late father were exiled there as well,” Dorian continues. “No! They’re rogues! If we step into that place, they’ll tear us apart before we can even speak!” Alaric refuses immediately.