Exile Synonym 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 side. Would he be able to rise aga

She jutted her chin at me as her eyes flashed with a cunning glint. Then, she continued, "You really should leave, but as an Alpha mate who's about to be marked, you can't walk out just like that. That would be a direct challenge to Alpha Zev's authority and an act of betrayal against the pack! You have to go through… the exile ceremony if you want to leave!" A wave of cold swept through my body and froze the blood in my veins. The exile ceremony was a brutal punishment that would sever the pack bond and brand me as a traitor forever.

Still, she held on. The Exile writhed in the flood. Its form splintered, shadows tearing away like flesh in a storm. The red embers of its eyes flickered, guttered, but still it fought. Tendrils whipped through the torrent, snaring wolves, dragging them into coils of darkness that tried desperately to rebuild themselves. Each wolf snapped and tore until they burst free, silver exploding from their jaws. “You will not cut me out!” the Exile roared. Its voice fractured, desperate, no longer commanding but pleading. “Without me, you are hollow. Without me, you are nothing but beasts!”

“Soulsteel. Blood-bound.” “That sounds unnecessarily dramatic.” I arched a brow. “Then again, so does all of this.” He huffed once, wings flicking again as if to shake off whatever storm was brewing in his chest. “Fine. You don’t want to come back right now. I’ll give you some time.” “Oh, how gracious.” “But don’t mistake it,” Adrien added, eyes locking on mine, voice dropping into that quiet warning register men like him used before someone got set on fire. “Your exile may be over, but that doesn’t mean everyone’s happy about it.They’ll come looking for you eventually.”

But of course, Ryder heard something. He stopped, prompting his father and Griffin to stop, turned to me and asked. "What the hell did you just say?" There was no reason for me to be afraid of them. So, with confidence, I answered, "I said I. Wish. That. The. Exile. Comes. Again. And. Ruins. It. Too.” I made sure that they heard me word for word before I leaned back with the help of Seren, and laid back on the bed.