Exile Hero Novels & Stories

Only hers worked, and Brock’s eyes turned back to normal almost easily. “My name is Syria Summers, daughter of the beta in the kingdom of dragon shifters. From what I can remember, I managed to escape the sorcerer’s dungeons and wandered into the forest, and then I saw light,” she said and looked at me. “Being a dragon shifter by blood, I recognized my princess and future queen, so I went to her. My body, even if its human side has lost control, would never hurt her. I just wanted to be close to her and when she touched me and saw my memories, I woke up sane. I was brought out of the darkness and she was the light that took me back to the real world,” she explained further with tears of happ

She had heard about the dangerous battle in the Elixir Realm and was anxious about James’ safety. James smiled teasingly and said, “What’s the worst that could happen to me?” “Let’s have a seat and talk.” Thea pulled James over and sat down beside him. Although James returned safely, she wanted to know what had happened in the Elixir Realm. She asked. “Has the Sanctuary of Darkness been completely wiped out?” James detailed the entire battle to Thea. “I’ve almost completely wiped them out. Unfortunately, the strongest member, who was a Seventh Heaven Grand Emperor managed to escape. He’ll definitely be a potential threat in the future.”

It doesn’t look like it when the door is closed because it’s incredibly transparent; but when it is being opened, you can clearly see that it’s a door or some sort of shield. Selena exits the hole and Jack closes it again. When they both leave, I am left alone in this squared room that is dug within the earth. The silence is causing my mind to overthink, and it feels like I’m going crazy. Soon, I hear a tap coming from above. I look in the direction and I see Jack. He does not say anything, but only stares at me. “I know you want to escape and go to be with your people. But you have nothing to fear, your people are safe and the General wants nothing to do with them.” I hear Jack’s voice with

“Your brother? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. He’s the Alpha King’s son. And you’re just an orphan. You think you can claim ties to Alpha?” The crowd roared with laughter, mocking my so-called fantasy. Even Hunter’s expression darkened with embarrassment. He shoved the exile notice into my hands. “The fact that I’m not exiling you to the wastelands is already mercy for the years we spent together. If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for what happens next.” I clenched my jaw, but my heart felt frozen solid. All this time, I had hidden my identity while quietly paving the way for him.

I'm not Jason, I'm Axel Hale's son, he reminded himself firmly, trying his hardest to embody the pissed-off son of a traitor who believed his father had been right to do what he did. He braced himself and darkened his gaze, glaring at the other man as he snarled, "He was exiled." These fools didn't need to know that Axel Hale's exile had been revoked the day that Angel Hale, his daughter, married Layon Silverdale. The man’s dark brow rose at that, and his intrigue made Jason feel quite uneasy. Fear gripped him for a moment as he suddenly wondered whether these idiots might actually be stupid enough to try and tempt Axel Hale to their side. After all, he had betrayed his alpha once, what was

I noticed Imani hiding behind a pillar, and Xavier's body trembled as his eyes met hers. Elder Timothy cleared his throat, signaling the start of the proceedings. Taking a deep breath, I addressed Xavier with a voice I struggled to keep steady, each word carrying the weight of the verdict. "Xavier, your exile begins today," I declared, my tone deliberate and measured. "You are free to go wherever you please. Be a rogue, a vagabond, or anything you wish. However, I must warn you that your feet are not to come within proximity of the park's borders until you have served your punishment in full." Watching Xavier closely, I observed the range of emotions flickering across his face. With a voice

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel

Tristan stood on the mahogany table, looking down at the twelve most powerful men in the Free Cities. He felt ridiculous. Inside, his heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He was a man with no magic, a prince with no crown, and a bluff that was rapidly running out of steam. If any of these men had the spine to rush him, they would realize he was just a twenty-year-old with a sword and a very dangerous girlfriend. But they didn't rush him. They shrank back. Because in their eyes, he wasn't Tristan the Exile. He was the Viper. The God-Killer. The man who had walked out of the Sky-Spire’s collapse.

Who got exiled? So many questions. No answers until he arrived. He reached Strong Black Clan territory on the afternoon of day two. Border patrol stopped him. "State your business." "I'm Damoew Herstrong. Former Alpha. Returning from exile." The guards looked at each other. One ran ahead to announce his arrival. Damoew waited. Heart pounding. Nervous. Ten minutes later, Jetstar appeared. "Damoew. Welcome home." "Is she here? Jasmina?" "She's in a council meeting. Should be done soon." Jetstar studied him. "You look different."

But I was shaking so hard I could barely stand. "Don't trust the Father?" I whispered. Aris Vance was the hero of my story. He was the one who had sacrificed himself in the Sarcophagus to save the world. He was the one who had left me the Admin-Key. How could I not trust him? --- ## The Betrayal of the Hero I went back to the house, but I didn't go in through the front door. I slipped through the basement window, creeping past the stacks of laundry and the old exercise equipment.