Exiled Heroes Novels & Stories

Tommy whispered. "No," Avery said, her eyes flashing with a cold, silver light. "I'm giving them what they asked for: a world where they are the only ones inside their own heads. I'm giving them the 'Standard' they think they miss." As the "Exile Proclamation" was broadcasted across the globe, a strange thing happened. The "Un-Synced" riots stopped. The anger turned into a somber, frantic migration. Thousands of people—the bankers, the old-world soldiers, the purists—began to pack their mechanical belongings. They headed toward the desert, seeking the "Silence" like a holy grail.

“And I’m not asking twice .” He peels off what’s left of his shirt . The silver burns across his chest and arms are black and angry . I wince just looking. Vera whistles low. “That’s ugly work.” “Nightwatch special,” he mutters. She glances at me. “You’re the hybrid .” “Guilty,” I say, dropping into a chair because my knees finally quit . Vera starts pulling jars from shelves. “Pack voted at dawn. You’re both officially exiled and hunted. Barion’s leading the party himself.”

Their allegiances shift like the river’s course, and so does their loyalty- no one ever trusted them to hold the same side for very long, especially not since the Sundering Pact. The Exiles, the ghosts on the edge of everyone’s stories, were supposed to be our last hope. They were the shadowfolk, living deep in the wildwoods beyond law and council, survivors and outcasts whose word meant more than any decree. Campfires flicker in the ruin-glades where they dwell, and old songs speak of the Nightfall and the price they paid for refusing to kneel. A witness from each faction was more than tradition; it was the only way the Rite could bind our world together. Without all three, any promise was

A voice filled the air, cold and mechanical. "This is General Drax of the Exodus Initiative. We have returned to the Cradle to find it infested with the Chimera. You have traded your human sovereignty for the instincts of beasts. We are the Iron-Kin. We are the Unchanged. Prepare for Sanitization." The Logic-Virus

“But the documents Alex gave us weren’t complete. Chimera wasn’t their only backup plan.” Ethan, seated beside me withinside the passenger seat, grew to become sharply. “What do you mean?” Vanessa scrolled through her screen, her face pale. “I located fragments in Chimera’s documents —references to something called Project Exodus. It’s one-of-a-kind from Phoenix or Chimera. It’s now no longer approximately rebuilding Dominion—it’s approximately escaping.” “Escaping?” I asked, frowning. Vanessa nodded. “If Chimera failed, they deliberate to vanish entirely— to drag the closing management into hiding and keep running from the shadows. They’d allow the sector to assume Dominion changed into lif

The split soul. The softened half. And yet she had managed to survive everything meant to erase her. No matter. All stories came to their final chapter. Mine would not end in exile. By dusk, we reached the forested borderlands that marked the outer limits of Citadel territory. I raised a hand, and the army stilled instantly. Rogues. Exiles. Mercenaries. Creatures cast aside by every structured pack and kingdom. They followed me because I did not pretend to be righteous. I promised them conquest.

A warrior whispered, “She sounds like royalty.” I snapped back instantly, “That is because I am.” The wolves froze again. Marek coughed softly. “Aveline.” I glared. “What? They asked.” Lucian stepped back, processing. “You are telling us you are a royal exile who fell through a magic portal into our territory.” “Yes,” I said with a shrug. “Does this not happen often?” “No,” he said. “It does not happen ever.” “Strange,” I muttered. “It happened to me yesterday.”

I say, recalling all I can about the matter “The Royal Guard is usually made up of werewolves. They have much lighter scents so they’re easy to go unnoticed, and they’re more disposable than a lycan if it comes to sacrificing their lives. The expedition team is actually the group that would’ve been Lukas’ royal guard, had he not gone off to war and dragged them along as recruits. Currently, you may consider them soldiers.” Silence echoes between us. I study Dinah’s profile, and there’s an odd tightness in my chest at the dejected drop of her shoulders, the tension in her frame. I want to reach out and hold her to me. “What about the girls?” Dinah finally asks

The only thing left standing was the massive archives building Amora had pointed out to me and a few small tents. With Creed’s permission, the dragons packed everything they could in bags so they could fly both the children and their most precious things back to the Palace. Orion had set up a refugee camp for those that had been attacked by rogue vampires and witches over the past few weeks. It would be large enough to hold the entire tribe of dragons that would like to remain as close to nature as possible.

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.