Exile Novels & Stories

"From this day onward, the Moonstone Wolf pack will now be known as the Lone Star Wolf pack once more, and our ties with Silas have ended for good!" When I left, I could hear whispers behind me about what just happened. "Freya really is exiling him from the pack..." "He used to be such a powerful Alpha. What will happen to him if he joins another pack? Will he turn around and attack us?" "But Freya has made her stand quite clear…" Greta could be heard sobbing as she said, "What should we do now, Silas?" As everyone continued talking about it, I turned to leave. I wanted to see what a Rogue exiled from the pack would do with a stupid and weak she-wolf by his si

Hailey's POV "Mama, what's exile mean?" Hope asked the question three days after Petra left. I'd been hoping she wouldn't notice. Wouldn't ask. Wouldn't force me to explain betrayal to a two-year-old. "Exile means someone has to leave. Go far away. Not come back." "Like Aunt Petra?" "Yes, baby. Like Aunt Petra." "Why did she leave?" "Because she made bad choices. Hurt people. Sometimes when people hurt others, they have to go away."

You'll never find her! Chester breathed deeply, biting back any more words. Once James stormed out, Chester, quick as a flash, whipped out a phone the guards missed and shot off a text. ["Need a favor.] [Dad's got me on lockdown. Three days from now, be in my backyard for a pick-up.]

Perla approached him, looking at him with eyes full of love "I don't care about the choose of gods, nor do I avow it , Celine obviously this time was busy with something, so she choose that bitch as a mate." Astraea closed her eyes in great pain, she knew this would happen, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He completed his words, looking at all the members of the pack “In addition to this announcement, there is another piece of news that I want to tell you all about. One of the members of the pack will be exiled out of bounds, and that person is Astraea Florin.” Her eyes widened, and she felt that her heart was about to fall out of it's place. Wh

“Stand back away from the door, I am going to try and kick it in.” “NO!!!!” The loud scream came from the other side of the big metal door. “What do you mean no? I am going to get you out of there. Carlos can no longer hurt you, you are free.” I said as reassuringly as I could muster. “You do not understand. This door cannot be opened. This whole cabin is rigged with explosives. If that door is tampered with at all, this whole thing could blow. Killing Amelia, myself and even you.”

The symbol of a giant X so that the rogues who hunt the exiled for fun know they have free rein to do whatever they wish to the criminal. No pack will have him, leaving him banished to a life of solitude where his wolf will go crazy, not having the hope of a mate to help sooth it’s damaged soul. And that is if he were to live that long. There are rogue groups that make a sport of hunting the exiles and killing them in whatever creative way they can come up with. The thought makes me feel sick again as this time I heave hard enough to eject my stomach's contents onto the dusty earth. My fathers rubs circles on my back.

His personality shined too bright, his confidence to take care of the tribe too strong for me to shake. They loved him, just like my father. Many dragons came to congratulate and console him while I stood up from the pile of rotting food. I was now exiled, a piece of rubbish, old food to be stomped upon. My eyes wander to Amora, who hands off a screaming child. Picking up her dress, she runs to me, only to have another dragon lead her to her mate. “Creed,” she whispered softly, her voice tender as the sister I thought her to be. Her eyes soaked, not knowing what to do.

Not even me. I deciced to stop thinking and read the note. It said Cody: You don't need to know me, I know you. Wink! Here's my number +323 Text me, wink! So I replied him by saying Lissa: I'm sorry I can't text you. I'm not really good at that. Text me instead. Here's my number +323 Cody: No probs ;) Lissa: Lol Cody: You find me funny? That's nice ;)

“You demand blood from betrayal. Then let him live—but stripped.” The silence is absolute. I press on before fear can choke me. “Take his rank. His bond to the pack. His claim to the Moon. Cast him out—unbound, powerless, alone. Let him live with what he’s become.” Liam stares at me like he’s never seen me before. The Moon considers. For the first time, I feel uncertainty ripple through her presence. EXILE IS NOT BLOOD. “It is worse,” I whisper. “For someone like Kael.”

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 sur