Exile Kotlc Novels & Stories

He raised a thick, trembling finger and pointed it directly toward the dark, freezing woods of the Jagged Peaks. "If you think you are too good to sit at my table and accept your place, then you can leave. Not to the guest cottage. Not to the valley. You are leaving this territory. I, Alpha Garrick of the Bloodstone Pack, hereby strip you of your pack bond. You are formally exiled, Elena. Effective immediately."

His eyes examined me, and the bond between us became incredibly tense, not with anger or betrayal, but with the weight of strategy. “I don't think the exile was because of the imbalance, Elara,” Aiden said quietly, each word measured and sharp. “I think the exile was because the council sensed that your power was more than you were saying. And I think that even after Aldric was branded a traitor, it planted the seed of doubt.” “I—”

My answer seems to make Hendrix seem to relax again. "Okay, so we will go behind the tree and strip. We will come out as our wolves. Remember we won't ever hurt you." Paxton reassures me. “Yeah, right tell that to your brother." I mumble to myself. As I rub my sore arm where he had grabbed it with too much force. "My wolf's name is Bolt and Paxton's wolf's name is Eskimo." Hendrix calls out. Paxton and Hendrix walk off shaking their heads. Paxton gives Hendrix a small shove that doesn't do anything. They disappear behind the trees and not even a minute later two gigantic wolves are walking out.

Martha shouted, her voice full of alarm. ​I turned toward the entrance of the Cathedral. The shadows at the mouth of the tunnel shifted, and a man stepped out. ​It was Alaric. ​He was alone. He was covered in soot and his shirt was torn, but he wasn't in his Beast form. He looked human, but his eyes were a burning, desperate amber. He stopped at the edge of the moonlight, his gaze immediately locking onto me. ​The Exiles moved as one, a circle of silver and steel. Dozens of knives were pointed at his heart. Martha stood at the front, her eyes glowing with a vengeful fire.

"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.

“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.

Haden is certainly brave to stand up to his King like that. “I said,” Theon roars at his Gamma, looking like the personification of wrath itself. For a moment, I fear for Kellin’s wellbeing. The man got a family here, for Goddess’s’ sake. “GET THE FUCKING WIDOWERS OR PREPARE TO BE EXILED!” Kellin’s face matches the Alpha’s. “Exile me then. But I won’t partake in this crime.” With that, he turns his back and leaves.

All four walls were ornamented with them. “The hunting must be splendid, for I see abundance of wild beasts,” said Jargan. “We will go tomorrow or the day after. We must learn the neighborhood,” answered Kokosinski. “Happy you are, Yendrus, to have a place to shelter your head!” “Not like us,” groaned Ranitski. “Let us drink for our solace,” said Rekuts. “No, not for our solace,” answered Kulvit-Hippocentaurus, “But once more, to the health of Yendrus, our beloved captain. It is he, my mighty lords, who has given here in Lyubis an asylum to us poor exiles without a roof above our heads.”

His figure disappeared from the square. Three Months Later I sat in Julian's study, looking at the latest report. The Wolf Council's verdict: Ethan Blackwood, stripped of his Alpha title, exiled for life to a deserted island in the arctic. The Blackwood pack, without a leader, was disbanded, its members scattered. Lilith died in her silver cell. Leo was sent to an orphanage. Julian’s hand rested on my shoulder. "Is it finally over?" he asked softly. I closed the folder, the last chapter of a nightmare.

“If you can’t feel it, then you’re blind! The bond’s still there!” "But their faces were expressionless, with eyes filled with hatred and fear." The Council met on the next night. Nicholas stood before it, his voice trembling as he read out the decree: “For the offense of the Luna, and for violating his oath of protection, Alpha Axel has his title taken and will be exiled beyond our lands. His wolf will bear the scent of a cursed beast. A new leader will be chosen among our packs.” I did not say a word. Not when I felt the burn of the mark of exile upon my shoulder. Not when I was pushed from the gates and into the dark wood.