Exiled Heroes Novels & Stories

My power spilling without shape. “I didn’t mean to draw attention,” I said. “You did more than that,” she replied. “You rang a bell that only exiles hear.” My heart thudded. “Exiles?” “Yes,” she said. “Those who chose silence over obedience. Those who stepped outside the reach of gods.” A pause. “Those who vanished.” Hope sparked. Dangerous. Bright. “You can hide me,” I said. “We can,” she answered. “And my son?” I asked. “Can you protect him?”

Aiden went on. "Tiz had to make the mayor come into the matter as he wanted the experimenting to stop but Zeno had refused. The mayor put his leg down and stopped all sort of experiments. That was when new categories began forming but Zeno didn't want all the new changes and left Hero League with almost half of the rolexs as they were now called. They became the rogue heroes." "What about Shades?" Ethan asked. Aiden rolled his eyes at him. He wanted to tell Ethan to shut it and read a book if he really wanted to know more about them but Gwen had earlier warned him that he must answer all their questions and he must be nice to them.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

All because of Kelly Chase's accusation, Jim Luther exiled my father, Frank Jackson, to the wasteland. When I heard the news, I quickly made my way to the place where he was exiled. By the time I arrived, out of breath and covered in dust, the cruel scene before me made me instinctively cover my mouth. Frank was in tattered clothes, and iron chains shackled his feet. He hadn't eaten for days, so he was too weak to even walk. Not long before, he'd fought off rogues. He was now covered in wounds and lying in a pool of blood.

I ordered, making it clear that we needed to know where Kieran was and where he was keeping Lilith as his hostage. Griffin nodded to me, confirming that he understood my orders clearly. "Griffin, you seem to have an open mind and since you can still talk freely, do you mind answering one last question?" Elder Braun asked after he was done consulting with the other elder. Looking at me, I nodded, assuring Griffin that he could still talk freely without any consequence. He turned back to Braun and asked him to present his question. "The Exiled Alpha has come to our land, twice. And even if we say that on both occasions, he stopped Ryder from being crowned Alpha, there's something else he's don

He said and my frown deepened. "I'm not just trying to protect you from Killian. You were captured as an exiled, don't you remember? They think you're still my slave." I lowered my gaze, a sigh escaping my lips. He was right. Despite the fact that I had a mate, I needed to hide my face from the world. No matter how much I tried to run away from everything that had happened to me, the truth didn't fade. I was an exiled omega, one who was supposed to be the slave of her own mate. How tragic. I felt sorry for myself and for Vincent who would probably have to spend the rest of his life protecting me.

By dawn, they would answer to the Assembly of Exiles. Moonlight filtered through the latticework of vines overhead, painting the clearing in silver and jade. Tired exiles lounged on furs and moss, each face lit by flickering campfire flames. At the heart of their circle stood Nyra and Valindra, the Lioness of the Northwood Exiles, her amber eyes gleaming with fierce purpose. Valindra’s voice was a low purr as she reached for Nyra’s hand. “You called us here, Nyra. Show us the strength of your cause.”

The hyper-velocity jet of molten copper—designed to melt through three feet of solid reactive tank armor—blasted point-blank into the liquid-metal exoskeleton. The explosion was deafening. Genesis was violently blown backward, its chromium body splattering like liquid mercury across the basalt wall of the cavern. The blinding white energy of its internal core flickered and hissed wildly as its containment suit was temporarily breached. "Now! Bring the iron!" Daniel roared. From the shadows of the utility tunnels, the baseline human refugees emerged. They weren't terrified victims hiding in the dark anymore. They were the men and women who had built the Deep Warren. They were the mechanics, t

"But also be an exile, and you will learn another truth—that dignity is not given, it is built. That strength is not inherited, it is forged. That love, even when denied, will find a way to live in your chest. To be an exile among humans is to discover that you are more than what they call you. That you are not shadow but flame, not cast-off but cornerstone." "We, the crowd, failed Henry. But Henry never failed himself. And for that, I stand here humbled. To be an exile in humans is to be hated, yes—but it is also to be unbroken. And in that unbroken spirit, Henry has taught us all what it means to live." When Michael put the final period on his draft, dawn was breaking. The birds sang, the