The Outland Novels & Stories

A chain rattled softly. Her gaze snapped down. A metal cuff circled her ankle, tethered to a short length of chain bolted into the floor. "No..." She whispered, her breath trembling as she yanked at it, the iron biting into her skin, but it didn't budge. She pressed her palms to her temples, forcing herself to think. The Outlands. Erik said the Outlands was safe. A sanctuary beyond the North where no Lycan could cross, no Alpha's rule could reach. A place for the forgotten and for the free.

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 looked at the other road, it leads to the Outlands, a place for outcasts like myself, outcast including mateless werewolves, criminals, banished witches, basically all the people that the society wants out, all the deviants and miscreants and misfits. I looked at the dusty room leading to the outlands, that is the only place that would accept me now, it is said to be a barren desert road with suffering people, a place where diseases and contamination rules. I walked down the path leading to the outlands, scared and truly alone not even with the presence of my wolf to comfort me. Once rejected a

he said dryly. "It's not something to laugh about. I'm going to get my hands on the antitoxin. He said there's a strong possibility I'll be able to find a small amount in Pandemonium, or at least get a lead there." "Pandemonium?" "A neutral city in the outlands. It's not far from here if I cut through the pass and don't waste time wandering lost. It's a straight shot from here, I could make it easily and come back."

“Play hardball, Starling.” “Gladly,” she said with a sharp nod before leaving the conference room. Rodrigo crossed his arms over his chest, studying the remaining data. “Ignoring the possibility of an unregistered Awakaned, we’ve managed to follow the money trail through dozens of offshore accounts and shell companies to a meat packing company based out of Newton, Kansas, that hasn’t had a working plant in at least a decade. It’s been on the FBI’s radar recently as a possible trafficking location, and they’ve had surveillance running on it for the past month. Drone and satellite imagery shows activity occurring at night that has nothing to do with cattle.”

parameter was a screaming, torturous wall of glass. "Your non-communication is no longer optimizing your tactical parameters," Peter growled softly, his jaw locking so tightly that the muscle beneath his skull throbbed with a visible, dangerous rhythm. He stepped one full foot deeper into my perimeter, his heavy boot crinkling the plastic drop-cloth directly against my bare foot, his massive shoulder brushing the very outer edge of my dark, loose silken hair. "The cryptographic audit of the Lawrence Holdings certificate has confirmed a definitive structural breach. The rogue administrative credential utilized to launch the stalker script was pulled from a private ledger owned directly by an

As soon as they left, the underground base exploded into nothing but ruins. **** RED We got out from the underground base only to find a blonde lady waiting outside. Dahlia stiffened beside me. I didn't know why the blonde was there. All I knew was that it couldn't be good. "Shelley?" Lia breathed, tensing up. 'Shelley' glared daggers at her. "So, it's actually true" She said, glaring at me. "You actually ran away with some animals" She said. "I had to run away with them. They are not animals, but your brother is one.

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

“Get out!” Sara she was frightening, after what she did to her, she had fear dwell within her that she flinch in the slightest contact with her. She opened the door and came out, Sara wasn’t not in sight when she came out, everywhere was pitch dark, the only light was from the club adjacent to where the cars was parked. She saw Sara leaning in front of a car, she took out a smoked cigarette from one of the guard and took a deep draw from it. While she was watching, the other car opened and Kenzo came out, and Aziel came out from the front seat. She remained ok spot, even when she saw the others bow to Kenzo, she didn’t move an inch from there.

Soon we got to the outlands, and it was silent. There was a time that the outlands had packless wolves living on them and trading there. They were not rogues. They were wolves that had never had an alpha before, they answered to the Lycan King directly, but now they were no longer there. I learned most were killed, and some ran to packs for refuge. We sped through the land, but unfortunately, we weren't fast enough because a giant rogue bear slammed into the side of the Jeep, sending our vehicle tumbling sideways.