Exile Hero Novels & Stories

“Austin offered you a quick death. A warrior’s death. I’m offering you something else.” I leaned in close, so only he could hear me, my voice a venomous whisper. “I’m offering you life. A long, miserable, humiliating life. You are hereby exiled, Rhys Veridian. Stripped of your name, your status, everything. You will leave these lands with nothing but the clothes on your back. You will never return. You will live the rest of your days in the human world, knowing that the sister you betrayed, the Omega you scorned, rules the pack you coveted. You will know that you are nothing. And you will always, always be afraid that one day, I might change my mind and come to collect what’s left of your wo

"The scars of the past are what forge a true ruler." My mother, the Luna Queen, came over and gently stroked my hair. "My little princess. Welcome home." Home. The word warmed my heart. "By the way," Damien walked in, holding a letter. "There's news about someone you might want to hear." "What news?" "Riven and Jenna," he sneered. "They've been exiled in the Forbidden Lands of Eternal Winter for three months now." "And?" "Riven was stripped of his Alpha power. They say he can't even shift anymore," Damien continued, a cruel twist to his lips. "As for Jenna... she lost the pup. The blood magic she helped weave claimed its price."

My power spilling without shape. “I didn’t mean to draw attention,” I said. “You did more than that,” she replied. “You rang a bell that only exiles hear.” My heart thudded. “Exiles?” “Yes,” she said. “Those who chose silence over obedience. Those who stepped outside the reach of gods.” A pause. “Those who vanished.” Hope sparked. Dangerous. Bright. “You can hide me,” I said. “We can,” she answered. “And my son?” I asked. “Can you protect him?”

“He has awakened. Not by force. Not by ritual. But through battle. Fear. Instinct. And now the world will answer.” “What do you propose?” the woman in midnight asked. The flame figure turned slowly. “We watch. We test. And if need be... we restrain.” The council murmured among themselves—some in agreement, others visibly uncomfortable. “Restrain him?” a young male voice echoed in disbelief. “He’s a child. Born into war. Raised in exile.” “Raised in secret,” corrected Alpha Morren. “By Arcturus, no less. The same man who once defied the northern kings and walked away untouched.”

A warrior whispered, “She sounds like royalty.” I snapped back instantly, “That is because I am.” The wolves froze again. Marek coughed softly. “Aveline.” I glared. “What? They asked.” Lucian stepped back, processing. “You are telling us you are a royal exile who fell through a magic portal into our territory.” “Yes,” I said with a shrug. “Does this not happen often?” “No,” he said. “It does not happen ever.” “Strange,” I muttered. “It happened to me yesterday.”

"Leave me the fuck alone!” I screamed, trying to set myself free from the security's hold. "Go away Bethany you shouldn't be here, you don't belong here anymore." Gemini spat from behind the a guard. "Say that to my face you shit, come out pussy and see if I don't change it for you, I'll fucking teach you how to stick to one asshole." I screamed furiously still trying to release myself. "There was never an asshole!” Blinded with rage I force my way out of the big man's hold and ran with speed towards Gemini, dodging the man that tried to hold me again, my fist kissed Gemini's face almost immediately, I keep pounding his face until they managed to get me off his body.

Imagining that she would again serve Dustin's lust made Elsa's whole body break out in goosebumps. After almost two hours in the air, the helicopter finally neared the island. Elsa saw how vast the island actually was when viewed from above. The island's scenery was also very beautiful. As a tourist destination, it would surely be wonderful, rather than being a prison for an exiled prince with a hobby of lovemaking. "Oh damn, that man looks like he's already waiting for my arrival," Elsa cursed when she saw Dustin standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his stomach.

“Until the bond is undone, Alpha Zyandra, you will be held accountable. Should the human remain alive beyond the next full moon, and if this bond brings misfortune upon Valyra — you will face exile.” Silence. The word hung like smoke. Exile. The stripping of everything I’d fought to build. The end of my lineage, my command, my identity. I swallowed, forcing calm. “So that’s it. No hearing. No proof. Just exile.” Thalos’s tone was soft, but final. “Those are the laws that bind us all. Even you.” I nodded slowly. “Then I’ll find him myself.” Khaan laughed under his breath. “Perhaps you already know where to look.”

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Liam uttered as he noticed my presence. "Well the Hero's here to let you know about your fate" I divulged "What more do you have to say? I know your words. Liam's been sent on exile and would cease to be the son of Supreme Alpha Conan" Liam laughed at his words, I knew he really wanted to be a rouge.