Exile Kotlc Novels & Stories

He asks me with narrowed silver eyes. I swallow down my truth and nod, to which he lets out a roar and places his hands on either side of my head as if caging me in. “Leave then. Leave right fucking now and don’t ever come back; you’re exiled,” he says through gritted teeth, staring deep into my eyes. I shake my head and chuckle. “You’re not my fucking Alpha or my mate, Konstantin. You don’t have the authority to exile me,” I say, knowing that I’ve hit the mark by the way he clenches his jaw tight.

"Tabitha, the exit procedure is ready. Confirm departure?" "Confirm." The moment she replied, a blinding white light appeared before her, forming a corridor. A sudden gust of wind whipped through the area, shaking the banyan tree and scattering its leaves into the air. Without hesitation, she stepped forward. Farewell, Kieran and David.

Her voice pierced the dense air as she took a step forward. Iris stated in a tentative but forceful tone, "There's only one group left." Although she didn't want to say these things, she understood that it was their only option. "Those who are exiled." Aiden stopped in the middle of his stride and looked at her. "You mean those exiled for betrayal?" His remarks were laced with disdain as his voice fell to a low growl. A group of renegade wolves, the exiles had been banished for betraying their packs; their allegiance had been destroyed by their own sinister decisions. Aiden would never want to ally with them because they were dangerous and unpredictable.

I only want you…" She cried like a child as she trembled hard in my arms, just like how it used to be in the past. However, I grabbed her hand, forcing her to touch the longest scar on my chest. "Did you know that every single one of these wounds was caused by you, whether directly or not? They're all because of you. How dare you say such things to me now?" Chelsea's face turned pale as she instinctively tried to draw her hands away. However, I forced her to touch and caress every single scar on my body. I nearly died on the deserted island countless times during my five-year exile there, whether due to the extreme environment, the countless wild beasts, or Derrick's treachery.

“The pack won’t accept Ruslan as their Alpha. And since you called for The Gallows Law ... they’ve exiled you, Katya.” My mind starts reeling at his words and I stumble back, barely able to keep myself upright. “Exiled?” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. He nods, his eyes filled with regret. “They’ve decided you can stay in the cabin, though, and they transferred a major portion of Andrei’s money into your account. The barrier’s down, and the guards have been sent home. You’re ... on your own.” I shake my head, the reality of it all sinking in. “They exiled me? I’ve lost my pack?” My chest tightens, panic clawing its way up my throat. “No. No, Tomas, there has to be something you can do.

“Lycan, your life is spared. But you are exiled. For ten years, you will serve in the Borderlands. Protecting what you once endangered. You will report monthly. No privileges. No titles. No contact with the child unless invited.” I bowed my head. Exile. A second chance wrapped in thorns. That evening They unchained me. Rosa approached first. “You’re lucky,” she muttered. “No. I’m damned. But I’ll use it.” She didn’t smile, but she nodded. Then Dickson came. He didn’t speak. Just stared at me. Then, slowly, extended a hand. I stared at it. Then I took it. Firm. Forgiving. Final. “You’re going to the Borderlands,” he said.

He asks me with narrowed silver eyes. I swallow down my truth and nod, to which he lets out a roar and places his hands on either side of my head as if caging me in. “Leave then. Leave right fucking now and don’t ever come back; you’re exiled,” he says through gritted teeth, staring deep into my eyes. I shake my head and chuckle. “You’re not my fucking Alpha or my mate, Konstantin. You don’t have the authority to exile me,” I say, knowing that I’ve hit the mark by the way he clenches his jaw tight.

"I want her exiled." The room erupted again, louder this time. Exile was serious—it meant being cast out from the pack, severing all bonds, becoming a rogue. It was one step below execution. "No!" Brittany shrieked. "You can't—Alpha Jace, please! I made a mistake, I didn't mean—"

It looked at me, and its eyes cleared, just for a heartbeat. Thank you, it mouthed. Then it pushed itself upright, turned, and ran into the trees. Kael watched it go, jaw tight. “You’re going to regret that.” “Probably,” I said. “But not today.” The clearing was a mess: blood, broken sticks, and the smell of fear. Jax leaned on Cass, his complexion pale. “What the hell were those things?” he asked. Cass shook her head. “Exile magic. Old Growth gone wrong. Marek’s making an army out of the erased.”

Astrid’s scent. It filled the air like a memory I couldn’t escape. And for a heartbeat, I saw her again — standing under the moon, eyes cold, lips trembling like she almost regretted everything. Almost. I reached for her phantom. But she was gone before I could blink. That was when I broke. The next morning, the Council emissaries arrived with the final decree — signed and sealed. I was to leave Blackwater lands immediately. They called it “voluntary withdrawal for rehabilitation.” I called it exile.