The Outland Novels & Stories

Vile in every aspect of the word. "I am doing a bit of digging on my own," she said eventually, pulling me out of my thoughts. I stared into her beautiful eyes and was once again about to be pulled into them before her voice distracted me. "These Outlanders have been existent for a while now," she said with a frown. "I believe they originated in the Northern Region during a time of great peril and destruction in the past." "The tyrannical reign of the Demon Alpha?" I asked. "There are rumors that he lives to this day."

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

As I glance down, I see it—his mark glowing faintly on my chest. The following morning the Outlaws gather to honor a new beginning. I sit slightly apart, glowing with pride as Rauth marked Luna, while the pack hums with excitement over the customary celebration. The hall—the largest shelter in our outlaw community—is decorated with torches, furs, and forest bounty. The scent of roasted meats and freshly baked bread fills the air, blending with the crisp night outside. Young Elarion is at the center, bouncing with excitement. But I notice his curious, slightly puzzled look when he glances between Rauth and me.

No that can not be possible because they are no hatch’s in the out lands, we don’t even have any other nice places aside for the gaming center and like two restaurants and getaway resort. All the nice things are in black waters, the pack very close to the out lands, most of those nice things are owned by the alpha of the pack, Alpha Dario. Aiden has been driving for a long time now, he get close to the outland’s border and we keep going.

"You're going to the outlands!" Try and stop me, she thought. Not with venom -- she couldn't quite look at him with the same unrelenting hatred now that he had returned after risking his life, but she would never let him change her mind. "The outlands," she confirmed. "You stay and rest since you must be exhausted. Good work. Are any of the Deltas injured? Are you injured?" "We were barely out there a day to cause havoc before they started retreating. It was difficult getting out without being found, but we're all fine. All injuries, flesh wounds that will heal on their own soon. But you're really going to

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But our determination fueled us, pushing us forward through every hardship. Finally, after days of relentless travel, we arrived at the hidden hunting ground. The sight before us took our breath away. The land sprawled out in front of us, abundant with prey and untouched by the chaos that plagued the rest of the territory. It was a haven, a sanctuary that promised a brighter future for the pack. Zena and I shared a glance, our eyes reflecting both exhaustion and excitement. We knew this was the turning point, the moment that would shape our destiny and impact the future of the pack. We wasted no time in putting our plan into action.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Jason told me as he shrugged his school bag on. "Bye playlist hater." Jason then came around to hug me lightly and peck my blushing cheek before leaving. Well, one of the unwritten laws in our friendship, was hugging each other whenever we meet and before leaving each others presence. It was like a thing now, our thing. Yeah we are cute I know. Now that he was gone, I was alone at home as usual, I was used to loneliness by now, my companion. So about my OTG playlist... OTG stands for Off The Grid.