Exile Kotlc Novels & Stories

Garrick met Elara’s eyes for one long moment. She held his gaze, unflinching. “I hope you’re wrong about me,” she said softly. He nodded, once, then turned. The exiles filed out through the main gate, silent, heads bowed. No howls of farewell. No backward glances. Just the crunch of boots on gravel fading into the forest. When the gate clanged shut, the courtyard felt emptier, colder. Kael turned to the remaining pack. “Tonight we prepare,” he said. “Tomorrow we end it.”

I lied. “I’m not stupid, Amanda. You pretend to love me and be happy, but I can see your eyes darting around. You're looking for an exit through which you can escape. Let me make this clear to you. You can try to escape, but that is going to be damned near impossible because of how protected this property is, not to talk of the fact that it’s so far from civilization that you’ll get lost and die of starvation and thirst long before you can leave these woods.

walked in silence for what felt like hours. My mind raced with questions and doubts. Who had sent the assassin? Why were these guards helping me? And where would I go once I was out of the pack’s territory?Finally, the tunnel opened into a small, moonlit clearing surrounded by dense forest. The fresh air was a relief after the oppressive darkness of the tunnel.“This is as far as we go,” the taller guard said, extinguishing the torch.I turned to them, my exhaustion replaced by a new wave of anxiety. “What now? You’re just leaving me here?”The shorter guard nodded. “We’ve done our part. You’re on your own from here.”“But where do I go? I have nothing out here,” I said, my voice breaking.“Keep

Another murmured back, “If we banish her, the hybrids will rise.” It was fear, not reason, making their hands shake. The kind that spreads faster than any poison. Ivy looked straight at them, not flinching. “If exile saves you, then I’ll go. But when Kyle burns this valley, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” That shut them up for a heartbeat, guilt flashing over more than one face, but fear always wins. Gemma’s hand rose. Rowan’s. Asher’s. Then silence. “Exile passes,” Marrow declared.

“ I've never—. Vulcan waved his hand to interrupt her. “Enough lies. Then with a firm hard voice he turned to Rylan. “Alpha, your pack is waiting for your verdict.” Once more the audience fell silent. For a long time Rylan remained silent. He clenched his jaw. At his sides his hands clenched into fists. Selene watched him in the hopes that he would turn to face her and that a feeling would awaken inside him. His voice however was brittle and tight when he finally spoke. “I, Alpha Rylan of the Nightfang Pack, condemn Selene to exile. She will be thrown into the Silverwood Forest.” The audience let out a collective gasp.

"I don't want it." Gilbert stepped protectively in front of me. "Mister, you better leave, or I'm calling the cops." Chester's look turned dark. With a snap of his fingers, two bodyguards emerged from the car. "Bring Ann to the car." Gilbert whirled around, yanking a baseball bat from the trunk. "Bring it on! I was brawling while you guys were still playing with mud!" I was stunned. The guide who spoke softly the whole way then looked like a lion with its mane on fire.

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

and the potential Exodus spread through the ranks like a wildfire, sparking a volatile mixture of religious fervor and deep-seated, generational paranoia. ​"We can't just abandon our home, Elara!" Kael’s voice crackled through the Prime Node's link, distorted by the lingering atmospheric interference. "We just won! We drove the gods from the sky! We should be standing our ground, rebuilding our cities, not running like beaten dogs to some ghost planet across the stars."

Obviously, he knew what such a punishment meant in our world. I raised my hand, starting the exile oath, "By the power vested in me by the ancient laws of our kind, under the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess, I, Derek, Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack, hereby sever the ties that bind you to this pack. From this moment forth, you walk alone, your howls to go unanswered, your presence to be as shadows passing in the night. No aid, no comfort, no kin shall you find amongst us. By my command and the will of the pack, you are exiled." He fell to his knees, begging with terror, "Alpha, please, don't do this to me."

Two of the Titan's jet engines burst into flames before it had a chance to leap again, attempting to retry its failed claw attack. At that moment, a joyous shout filled my earpiece. "Incoming!" Martin shouted. I turned to see the red kettle of death itself soaring through the air, plasma cannons blazing. Martin had returned with Laura's mech. The Exodus carried two massive plasma cannons and a heavy shotgun, each strapped to the mech's shoulder pauldrons. The Titan turned mid-jump, its railguns ready, but the Exodus bore down on it too fast. A few plasma cannon hits and one heavy shotgun blast were all it took to send the mech toppling backwards, leaving a soaring command capsule and a fresh