Exile Synonym Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Alistair declared, stating the absolute threat of exile in front of everyone, "I will not waste time with academy tribunals. I will not issue warning reprimands. I will instantly strip you of the Vance name. I will brand your skin with the Mark of the Rogue and cast you into absolute rogue exile forever." Cassian gasped, his face turning completely ghost-white. Rogue exile was the ultimate death sentence for a Lycan wolf. A rogue wolf was stripped of their pack connection, stripped of their family status, and hunted like a wild animal by every territory in the world. They were left to wander the freezing mountains without shelter, food, or protection. "You... you would throw your own blood i

What? "They failed to keep their daughter in line five years ago and teach you discipline," he said stepping closer to me. "I've already signed the papers, Ava. If you walk out that door, if you try to get on a plane or a bus your parents are exiled. Cast out. Rogues." My heart stopped. In the wolf word, exile was a death sentence for people as old as my parents. They wouldn't survive a week without a pack's protection. "You wouldn't," I whispered. " They're your father's oldest friend's"

“But they shouldn’t walk free either.” Her gaze shifts to Adeline. “Exile them.” A pause. The suggestion hangs in the air. Adeline considers it. Then nods slowly. “They are stripped of rank. Banished from both territories.” Waylon studies her briefly— Then agrees. “Exile,” he confirms. Charles exhales. Tension eases—slightly. “…Agreed.” 4. ALLIANCE TERMS Now— The most delicate part. “Peace is not just the absence of war,” Adeline says.

"Because of the way the bond snapped... it caused a spiritual disturbance. Isabella’s father is claiming you’re a 'dark omen.' They’ve convinced Silas that as long as you’re alive and 'unclaimed,' the bond could still interfere with his new union. They’ve declared you Exiled and Hunted." The breath left Lyra’s lungs. Hunted. In pack law, an exile was someone who was simply told to leave. A "Hunted" exile was a different matter. It meant anyone from the pack could kill her on sight for sport or favor. It was a way to scrub a mistake from the earth. "Silas agreed to this?" Lyra asked, the words feeling like shards of glass in her mouth. Ben looked away. "He didn't stop it. He said... he said t

"More than enough to ensure he’ll never scent these corridors again! His mother is currently howling at every other Academy in the territories, but I doubt any Alpha will take a marked exile like him." I felt a dark grin spread across my face. "A tragic turn of events." After a few more celebratory howls, Oliver cut the link, and I turned back to Madeline. "And now Adrian has been put to flight as well," I told her, satisfied when a brilliant smile bloomed across her face. "Exiled with no path back to the Academy." "Thank you," she exhaled, falling back into the clover with a sense of peace. "That is the finest song I’ve heard since my return."

she asked quietly, her voice trembling with fear. Asher’s lips curved into a small, cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re going to be exiled from Moonlight Pack, Sarah,” he said quietly but firmly. “You’re going to be stripped of your pack status. You’re going to be marked as a traitor. And you’re going to be banned from ever returning to any of my five packs.” Sarah’s eyes widened in horror. Exile was worse than death for a wolf. It meant being cut off from the pack. It meant being alone. It meant being vulnerable to rogues and hunters.

His pronouncement bounced around the tall white buildings like an earthquake as I heard everyone around me breath in. Exile. That means I’m going to be struck down in agony as he severs the bond tying me to Fyrestone. If I don’t find a new pack within a few weeks, I shall stink with the foul sourness of a rogue. Once I gain that smell every pack, no matter where I try to seek refuge will want to murder me. Rogues are never to be trusted, they are always hunted. They are rogues because they are violent, appalling criminals. My new life.

Vivian said, stepping forward to the podium. Gesturing toward me, her voice echoed through the room. “This sort of offense is punishable by death or, at most, if we are to show mercy.” she smirked at me as she dropped the last word.“exile from the werewolf continent.” Exile? That was the same as condemning me to death. Being exiled would mean I wouldn’t be accepted in any other pack. If I went to rogue territory? It was a one-way ticket to my death. Was this it? Time for my story to end?