The Outsider Novels & Stories

Rashid, we must make an arrest by tomorrow. On the other side of the fence, a lanky boy was milking the family cow. His mother, a young woman of thirty, was shouting something about a man reaching the moon. Her ears, weighed down by heavy earrings, looked out of shape. Small children, dressed in white and blue were walking down the road. Everything seemed normal, except it wasn’t. The inspector rubbed his hands and walked across the garden to the other side where there was a small Neem tree. He shook a branch and droplets of water trickled down his face. He inhaled the cool air and tried to empty his mind.

He has a book on his hand that is opened into half. His hair seemed to reflect the color of a sunlight, deadly eyes like of those hungry wolves, and a skin akin to a porcelain. His height has no justice, towering even the King. Wearing a simple gray tunic, he still carries his stance with might and power. My silence brought him to look at me. I didn’t expect I’d be seeing him after two months. Daffodil shade of hair, emerald eyes—the main characteristics of the second strongest clan in Oqazia, Thèodred. And this person standing in front of me, is no other than the youngest man of their generation, Théodred Nikolai.

Everything looked so polished and refined – so beautiful! You’d never think that they were a bunch of assholes tripping over themselves to be bigots, legalized rapists and purists. It was sick! Perhaps it was better if our species just died out... “Ashton?” My head snapped up, my body tense and ready for a fight. Nobody in the pack called me “Ashton” so I instantly knew it was an outsider. And my wolf let out a warning growl when he saw who said outsider was...

There were too many of them. “Let go of me” I pleaded, looking at the woman in front of me. I was sure she wouldn’t understand me. She grabbed my blood covered hands and applied some black greasy substance. The crowd went crazy at that, the rhythmic sound of the drum beat mingled with their cries. Sudden hush fell over the crowd automatically. To my right, a tall young man was walking towards us. He was nothing like the rest of them, he wore normal clothes and looked normal like any other man in Seattle. Who is he? And what is he doing amidst them? May be he could help me, I hoped against all the odds. As he stood in front of me, I could partly see his face, in the poorly lit campfire. He wa

A Pack Beta's voice, thick with desperation, roared from the pursuit pack. The Rogue responded with a guttural, defiant snarl. I pressed my face into his thick, damp fur, Rogue? Savior? Enemy?, and tried to grip onto something. My fingers, numb and clumsy from the cuffs, fumbled uselessly. I looked down at his flank. Dark brown and gray, wild fur. Not Pack colors. He was an outsider, a complete unknown. Another twang. This one slammed into the thick trunk of a tree right next to my head, burying itself deep. Too damn close.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

The table let out a clang, his body pressing against the hard metal as his eyes stare at the blood dripping organ clenched around the supposedly dead person's fingers. He took out his heart. Christian's heart. He wanted to scream, let out the fear and remove the stormy cloud gathering in his chest. But his oversized ego would not allow that, watching as his predator advances slowly, taking all his time like he had the world in his hand. All he had witnessed was enough to come to a conclusion. He had just voluntarily entered the other side of hell.

I hesitated with my answer, but then slowly nodded my head. “What are you so afraid of?” Justin asked as we walked across the campus towards the back of the school, taking a seat on the football field. I was trying my best to go unnoticed. The grass was a bit damp, but it barely went through our clothing. We didn’t care, knowing that it would dry in a few minutes. I stared. It was like he was oblivious to the people we had walked past today. All of them watched my every move. “I just feel like… an outsider or something. People know what I did. They may not know all of the details, but they still know. I am a murderer.” Justin shook his head in disagreement.

I try to shrug it off, wrapping my arms around his neck and hoping he listens. His scent fills my nose, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and drugs. His hands stroke my waist and I tried to remember the man I had fallen in love with. Where has he gone? “Forget what? Oh yeah, forget what he called you? Let me rephrase that, little Pet, you don’t want to be an outcast, do you? The outsider… The odd one out… The freak?” His tone is a cold sneer, as his eyes burn into mine.

Could it even beat the Surreys? Zane, on the other hand, was confident and arrogant. He knew early on that Xynthia and her family were probably people from Niumhi, outsiders, to be exact. How could a mere outsider who might have a little bit of fortune create any sort of chaos in Buckwood?