Ultimate Outcast Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“She is banished to the borderlands. Let the rogues claim what this pack has no use for.” I cannot move. Cannot speak. The crowd begins to chant. “Outcast. Outcast. Outcast.” Hands shove me from behind. I stumble forward. Someone spits at my feet. I keep walking because if I stop, I will collapse, and I refuse to give them that satisfaction. I lift my chin and walk out of the square, out of the village, past the last torch and into the darkness beyond. The borderlands stretch before me, a no-man’s-land of twisted trees and treacherous cliffs. Rogues prowl these woods, wolves without packs who answer to no law. They will tear me apart before dawn.

Storm stood in the flickering torchlight of the prison corridor, watching the heavy iron door close on Aubrey. He felt like a coward. He was the Beta of one of the strongest packs in the region, yet he had just put shackles on an innocent, pregnant woman. He pulled his satellite phone from his pocket and walked quickly toward the exit, needing to breathe air that didn't smell like damp stone and misery. He dialed Danica’s number. He knew he had to tell her, but he dreaded the explosion he knew was coming.

I’m аlѕо ѕсаrеd of hіѕ аngеr, and what hе соuld do іf hе wаntеd tо. I’m ѕсаrеd оf bеіng kісkеd out of thіѕ hоuѕе wіth nоthіng, аnd mоrе thаn аnуthіng еlѕе, I’m ѕсаrеd оf what thіѕ man іѕ starting to mean tо me. [Next POV will be 'Blake' in Chapter 14]

“Then we find out together.” In that moment, I wasn’t a weapon. I wasn’t a shadow. I was just a man, loved and broken, trying to find a way to start again. We leave at dawn. Toward the final piece of the puzzle. Toward the reckoning. End of Chapter 106

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

I choke out before my head drops. Shame wraps around me as I display my weakness. I hate feeling weak. I like being prepared. I hate change. I am as loyal as the grass is green. I have never wanted to set foot outside the Thurman territory. I felt like it was a violation of that loyalty. I didn't need fancy things from a stupid shopping mall. I pay my money to the workers in our own pack. Spending my money in other territories doesn't benefit my people. But now I have no experience. I have seen nothing of the world, and I am terrified. I thought my mate would be born in Thurman. Now I have to find the courage to search for her beyond the walls of my homeland. "Gavin, you will succeed. I know

They were nothing but lost wolves, wandering the South without any purpose. Cain approached me, cautiously. “Sir, they’re retreating. We should take this to our advantage and go after them. Take them down before they can regroup.” Shaking my head, my gaze locked on the shadows where the outcasts were retreating, “Leave them. They were promised things, and the one who promised it can’t provide it anymore.” “What if they return?” Cain argued. “They will. But not for us. They had enough for now. They were once part of a pack and now they don’t know what to do with themselves.”

Mike was lying unconscious nearby. The Shadow Leader stood in the center, holding the glowing fragment high. His crimson eyes gleamed. “Your lineage ends here, Guardian. Hand over your power willingly… or watch everything you love perish.” Clara’s golden energy flared uncontrollably, but she was restrained. Fear and determination warred within her. She realized: the only way to win was to escape and reclaim the fragment… but how? Her pendant pulsed weakly. A faint glow of hope remained. -END OF CHAPTER NINE- A shadowy figure watches from the horizon: “The Guardian thinks she’s won… but the real war begins tomorrow.”

Leo smiled placing a kiss on my lips, his words sweet as I rested my forehead on his. “The Outcast Claimed by the King.” I smiled looking that very King in the eyes, after twenty years of searching… I’d found my place. ~The End~

I set the square tip against a smooth patch of gray silt that had dried flat on the pine table, dragging it through the dust to trace Chapter 181: They do not need to break your iron if they can make you accept the rust. They do not need to take your paper if they can convince you that living in a damp cellar, eating cold meal, and counting coal dust is all you will ever deserve. The danger was never that we would lose the spire; the danger is that we would forget what the sky looked like before the smoke took it. Chapter 181 is not about fighting back. It is about remembering that this mud is not our home.