Exile Hero Novels & Stories

“I’m the King’s lawyer.” “Nice to meet you all.” “You must be of importance for the King to pull you out of exile, that doesn’t happen, ever,” Marshall said. “The King and I have some shared interests,” I said. “So why have a tribe and not go back to your lair?” Lynette asked. “My tribe consists of dragonkin, wolves and vampires and I gave the lair to my second in command just before my exile,” I said. “That is most amazing,” Margaret said. “Why were you exiled?” Leona asked me.

And with shifts come predators. My hands curl into fists just thinking about Xavier Wolfgang. The blood on his name. The exile. The way he carved his legacy out of cruelty. Alejandro has no idea how many people want him erased. And Zenith? She was never meant to be anything more than a vessel. A key. A tool to be wielded and discarded. But now she’s loved. Now she’s protected.

It was then that he saw, flying rivalling his speed, two figures of men standing atop a black—a collection of black ravens that lifted the two of them up as platforms in midair. They were Heinrich and Ezekiel who saw and felt the explosion of the Emperor's energy in the sky–like it was a last explosion. “Do you think…” Ezekiel threw away his bow and drew his sword. “…you would able to escape after doing that to the Emperor?!” *** After firing his last energy, Axias slowly accepted his fate. Now he could only wait for his body to hit the ground and leave this world forever. Heh. So this is the end, huh?

Mr Phenyo shouted "Even if it will harm the Guardians Of the Hex organisation?* "I dont care about that!". "And what if it harms Lebo,will you forgive yourself then?" Mr Phenyo paused for a while "I have lived a lonely life for many years, I have nothing to lose!" Ben paused. "I can't tell you where the file is,I am sorry!" Said Ben. "But I am no longer that man. I can handle myself. Power doesn't control me,I control it!" Mr Phenyo pleaded

I pushed myself up, my hand slipping in the growing pool of my own blood. "Harper, formerly of the Silverclaw pack," Liam declared, "is hereby Exiled for treason, for attacking the Chief Alchemist, and for endangering the pack." Exile. The worst punishment a wolf could receive. "I strip you of your pack name. I strip you of your right to shelter. I strip you of your safe passage." Every word was a nail in my coffin. "From this moment on, you are a Rogue. Any wolf who sees you is free to attack."

His expression was calm, almost peaceful — like he'd already made his peace. "I've lost my Alpha title. I've been exiled. There's nothing left worth living for. Just go. I won't blame you." He stood there, unmoving, waiting for the end. But the pain he expected never came. When he opened his eyes, he saw me — shifted into my wolf — tearing into the rogues. Blood and dust sprayed everywhere, stinging my eyes. I wasn't just fighting for Adrian. I was fighting for myself. Everyone in the pack knew that Adrian was fierce in love and grudges alike — cross him, and he'd make you pay tenfold.

"So let me see if I understand this correctly." Order nodded. His expression told me I wasn't going to like the answer. I already didn't. The guardian pointed to a passage written in faded silver ink. "Elias was exiled under his true name." I nodded. "So far, yes." Order turned another page. "The exile was not placed on his body." Another page. "Nor on his power." Another. "It was placed on his identity." The room fell silent. I stared at him. Then at the text. Then back at him.

My gaze landed on a piece of paper, held down by a large rock. “It won’t be as fun to just kill you now. As I am sure you are aware, the stone has been removed from your body, as well as the Dragon Mark. Now you are nothing more than a human, who will die alone in the desert. Even if you manage to leave, you won’t survive long without the stone. I might not have been the one to kill you the last time, but it won't matter because no one will be able to locate you. Best wishes. Oh, to show a little mercy, I left you a painkiller and a bottle of water.”

“Soulsteel. Blood-bound.” “That sounds unnecessarily dramatic.” I arched a brow. “Then again, so does all of this.” He huffed once, wings flicking again as if to shake off whatever storm was brewing in his chest. “Fine. You don’t want to come back right now. I’ll give you some time.” “Oh, how gracious.” “But don’t mistake it,” Adrien added, eyes locking on mine, voice dropping into that quiet warning register men like him used before someone got set on fire. “Your exile may be over, but that doesn’t mean everyone’s happy about it.They’ll come looking for you eventually.”

“We don't have to call him.” She clicked the contact information. There was an encrypted messaging address and a phone number. Emma's eyes widened. “Oh, we're definitely calling him.” “No,” Naomi said. Everyone looked at her. “We message him.” Leonard nodded. “She's right.” Emma looked offended. “Why?” “Because if we're pretending to buy illegal gas, we probably shouldn't sound like three doctors who have never bought anything more dangerous than ibuprofen.” Sofia typed. Hello. I'm interested in purchasing one tank of Thanox.