Exile Kotlc Novels & Stories

"Left this continent. Went somewhere you'll never find her." "She wouldn't... She promised... the next full moon... we were going to re-bond..." Kaelen muttered, like a madman. "Re-bond?" Brenna yanked a stack of papers from a drawer and slammed them down in front of him. "This is a 'Permanent Exile Order' from the Elders. And this," she slammed down another paper, "is her official acceptance by the strongest pack on the Southern Continent!" Kaelen looked down. His breath caught in his throat.

"For betraying this pack, for consorting with known enemies, and for putting the lives of our pack members at risk, I hereby pronounce you permanently exiled from the Full Moon pack." Chloe gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. Tears welled up, but she swallowed them down, a single nod her only acknowledgment of the sentence. Exile was a harsh punishment, severing all ties to her family, her home, everything she had ever known. For someone of her status, it was likened to death.

Sylus would find us. ​Expulsion was a blessing in disguise. It kept Caleb isolated and gave me time to teach him how to control his wolf. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cutting through the tense room like dry ice. I pulled Caleb closer, shielding his torn shirt against my chest. "We accept your terms. He won't be returning."

I said slowly, deliberately, “I will personally see to it that you are exiled.” Amelia sucked in a sharp breath. Exile was worse than death in our world. No pack. No protection. No name. Absolutely nothing. They began to turn, clearly dismissed, but I wasn’t done. “Wait.” I reached into my coat and pulled out the folded paper, the letter. The same one i had picked up. I threw it at them and it landed between them like a curse. “Never attempt this cheap thing again,” I snapped. Their faces drained of color instantly.

“He ignored the call! Ignored his instincts!” “No!” my dragon roared. Many stood back, the fear in their hearts I felt around me. Adam flinched, his head twisting to see me, disgusted. “When your family, your tribe, is in danger, you come to call step-brother. You have always been an outcast, and an outcaste dragon, you will now be named. Being the next in line for Alpha, the loyal son of Kaldran and Ondi, I now take my new rank as Alpha. With my first command of power, I order Creed to be exiled indefinitely for his crimes. He will come when I command, to help protect the tribe, it is what mother would have wanted.” His voice softened as he spoke of mother.

“He won’t like it if he found out you’re trying to escape. So, please, stay put and wait for him to come back.” “I’m tired of hearing those excuses! I don’t even know why I just woke up locked in a room, and everybody’s telling me not to leave, and that Alpha told me I’m his property and this is his territory and---” “Because that’s the truth, Miss.” She wanted to grab a handful of her hair! She was losing her mind. “Please, just let me go. You can’t get anything from me. I’m just a homeless lady, seeking freedom. I don’t want to be a slave of your pack. I don’t have any skills anyway. I’m useless.”

Dante's office was darker than usual when I entered. He stood by the window, silhouette framed against city lights, tension radiating from every line of his body. "They voted unanimously," he said without turning. "Every council elder. Every Alpha representative. Even Elder Hawthorne, who had been advocating for leniency. All of them agreed you are too dangerous to exist in supernatural society." "So I am officially condemned," I said. "You are officially exiled from all pack territories. Banned from council grounds. Forbidden from supernatural gatherings." He finally turned to face me. "And if you violate the exile, if you set foot anywhere near pack lands or council jurisdiction, they have

Eventually, though, the pain ebbed, and I was left with a raw, dull ache. I looked up at Jax, expressionless. He’d just broken our bond, the most sacred bond in our world, and he was going to issue his punishment now. But I didn’t care. Death or exile were both the same at this point. No punishment could even come close to the pain Jax had just caused me. “Selene Stone, you are hereby exiled from the Cresent Moon Pack,” Jax said in an expressionless voice as the crowd cheered. So...exile it was. I was now officially a rogue. Was that better than death or worse? I couldn’t tell. Everything felt surreal.

She was looking for anything on the prophecy Riley had just whispered to her half an hour ago — too shaken to say it in front of Jaxon, too tired to keep pretending she wasn’t connected to all of this. Lena was good at research. Better than most pack elders gave her credit for. She flipped through an ancient tome and paused on a page half-rotted with age. There — in the margins — was a scribbled note. The Flame-Born will come from exile. One scarred, one spared. A heart unchained shall heal the pack or burn it down. Lena snapped a photo and emailed it to herself. Then, just as she was about to close the book, a breez

"However, I will show mercy. I will spare them further shame, and allow them to live under strict rules imposed upon them. From this day forward, you will be ordinary werewolves. Renounce." The Triad exchange more glances with each other and... They fall into laughter. A few seconds of laughter later, Vertothgar speaks in a low voice: "So that's it. We will tell the pack that the exile has returned insane, and has come to us to have us kill him in a desperate plea. Gravôrn steps forward. She waves her spear. "If I may do the honor, I will do it myself. Don't worry, exile. It will be clean and quick."