Two-bit From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

My babies will bite you and eat you alive. Abigail dimly noted that the purring whispers now seemed to be coming from outside her head. She felt a caress on her thigh, hot breath on her neck. She turned her head and was face to face with Lilith. Abigail recoiled, as though electrified; her mind instantly clear, the whispering spell shattered by Lilith's malignant grin. She sprang to her feet, staggering like a drunkard, her head reeling at the bizarre insanity of her position. Lilith's silvery tones rose to strident screams of fury:

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from the edge of the broken road and ma

Worst than a mosquito bite and those bitches hurt. "Didn't anyone tell you that biting innocent girls can get you killed?" The next thing I know, this guy throws the one that bit me, against a wall with one punch. How does someone have that much strength. Then again, I just witness a vampire and freaking bit me "Now, next time think twice. Goodnight." He said and then he grabbed the guy's head and ripped it off. I was trying to get some air but wasn't working. I was dizzy from him drinking my blood and what I just freaking witness today.

"They're not your friends?" "Don't get in the way if you want to live." The man pulled me violently and with his great strength I ended up on the right side behind him in a place where the monsters couldn't reach me. Three more tried to rush us, but they didn't do anything the way the crazy man kicked. If his behavior wasn't bad I might have applauded him. I thought he was winning consecutively, but my eyes widened when he bit his shoulder. I heard him scream in pain.

Everyone had retired upstairs to their bedroom and I had gone back downstairs for some water before I saw him sitting down on the chaste of chairs we had played charades earlier. "Mmhmm." Mason sits back in his chair and looks at me. "You've worn that tease of an outfit all day." I sit down opposite him watching him. I glance down at my clothes. "It's meant as a makeshift swimsuit cover-up." I explain. "Is it?" He moves, fast and grabs the bottom of my chair, dragging it to the corner of the table, until my knees bump into his legs under the table and our chairs almost touch. He casually shifts to flip up my skirt, displaying my white underwear.

In her haste she had carelessly dropped the black hairpin, now part of her hair was hanging loosely. She couldn’t stand being in a cage near the other large cages containing the dormant Outsiders. They were about Human sized, their lower and upper abdomen had a series of paddles for limbs: It was just like the turtle’s but it was more numerous, curved and had sharper tips. They also had long necks and a round head with single large eyes embedded within a pair of large pointy ears. The most disgusting thing about the Outsiders were their slime covered skin and smell. Wendy went cautiously round the corner of a corridor. She could see a door; it was the exit she was free!

Delmar retorted. “But maybe we are afraid,” Matheus added. “I mean, look at us, we know next to nothing about Outsiders; what kind of people they are, how they think,” he looked Delmar directly in the eyes as he repeated Rowan’s previous words to him. “or what their weaknesses are.” Delmar narrowed his eyes at Matheus as he listened intently. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that in all the time we’ve been stuck in this nightmare, we’ve never learned a thing about the Outsiders. Well, Delmar, now we have one.”

The shot went wide, ricocheting off brick, sparking like fireworks. I drove my knee into his gut, ripped the gun from his grip, and slammed him against the wall. “Who the fuck sent you?” He choked, spit blood, tried to laugh. “Base Two… always watching…” I pressed the blade under his jaw until it drew a bead of red. “Names. Now.” But he didn’t give me one. Instead, his eyes rolled back, body twitching. A second later, foam bubbled at his lips. “Fuck!” Thomas cursed, pulling back. “He bit down.”

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

the game was over. Minutes later, far outside the city limits, a black van rolled silently through an abandoned industrial road, its headlights cutting through the heavy downpour. Inside the cramped cargo compartment lay a heavy metal coffin. One of the wolves sitting in the back glanced down at the glowing screen of his phone, reading the encrypted message. *Move him.* The wolf looked up from the screen, his gaze landing on the sleek, silver coffin, then out the scratched window toward the pitch-black forest ahead. “Change of plans,” he muttered to the driver.