Exiled Heroes Novels & Stories

" I, Edda of the Silver Pack rejected your offer Alpha Damien of the South !", Everyone looked surprised after I refused the strongest Alpha's offer.

"We survived the return from exile that nearly cost us everything more than once. Now we prove we can do more than simply survive. We prove we can thrive." The gathered crowd erupts into sound, celebration and pride both evident across thousands of faces, and I feel the weight of everything we've built across twenty impossible years finally settling into something that feels genuinely, permanently secure. "The Luna's return from exile is complete," Selene says, silver light still connecting her to Moonborn worldwide, her voice carrying across not just this gathering but potentially every community we've spent decades establishing. "Now we build what comes next." --- Later, once celebration h

He and Kieran had been searching for Tabitha, who loved him greatly, for two difficult months, but now, another kid was calling her "Mommy" Before anyone could stop him, he charged forward like a flash and threw himself into Tabitha's arms. "Mommy, I missed you so much!" Tabitha had already recovered from her initial shock. She stepped aside and avoided his embrace. "What are you guys doing here?" Just then, the system she had thought was gone spoke again. "Tabitha, the mission world is showing signs of collapse. As a result…" After the system explained everything, Tabitha finally understood what had happened after she left. Kieran had fallen back into complete emotional withdrawal.

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

The pack stood on a ridge overlooking the Interstate 5, watching as the lights of civilization behind them flickered out one by one. They were no longer doctors, social workers, or even a organized resistance. They were fugitives in a world that had forgotten how to function. “The hospitals, the clinics... they’re gone,” Evangeline whispered, looking at her hands. “The world we knew is gone, Eva,” Xander said, his human form returning, though he looked older, more burdened. He looked at the heavy lead case Marrow was carrying - the unstable Prism. “As long as we have this, we are the only target that matters. We can't go back to our jobs. We can't go back to the human world. From this moment

"You think the UN was the threat? They were the ones keeping the 'Lunar-Exiles' away. Now that the shield is down... they’re coming." Leo looked up at the moon. For a heartbeat, he thought he saw a glint of metal. Then, the entire lunar surface seemed to shift. A fleet of ships, different from the UN, different from the Council, began to emerge from the "Dark Side". These were massive, organic-looking vessels that pulsed with a dark, terrifying violet light. "The Exiles?" Ren whispered, joining Leo in the street. "Who are they?" "The ones our father really ran from," Leo said, his amber arm fading to a dull, weary glow. "The Vanes who never left the moon. The original 'Pure-Bloods'."

Maverick starts to share his thoughts. He’s decided to play an open card and tell Dad almost everything. About how he met with the rogues. But not disclosing that Martin, Madeline and I were part of that. He also leaves out the Silent Night Hawk and Morgan. I’m not sure if Dad knows about the Silent Night Hawk’s existence or not. Maverick explains how Cassius and most of the other rogues are exiles. More often than not severely punished for something they don’t always have a hand in. Like losing a battle, or in Cassius’case attacking an Alpha whom he justifiably suspected of killing his mate.

From the ridgeline beyond the eastern bluff, a new line of warriors crested the rise. Hundreds. Maybe more. And at the front—bloodied, scarred, taller than she remembered— “Bree,” Caitlyn breathed. He was alive. He was here. And he was leading an army of wolves they’d all believed were long gone. Bree lifted a hand, signaling. “EXILES,” he bellowed. “WITH ME!” And the cliffs exploded. The exiled werewolves launched down the slope like a second tidal wave—fangs bared, claws drawn, voices lifted in a deafening roar.

However, the danger lurking within far surpassed their expectations. An expedition team composed of 100 people was almost wiped out. Only 20 survivors made it out. Despite their efforts, they barely explored the place. The progress sent chills down their spines, and they no longer dared to act rashly. Everyone was in a deadlock. Eventually, Felix even showed up. He almost got into a fight with Basil when Basil stood his ground. Apparently, Kendrick was the only one allowed to enter, but only when he brought the family seal. The standoff between the three parties made Felix hold off on making another move, especially after his initial setback. And because of that, the last three months were p

Elsa shot back. Dustin shook his head. He gulped down the rest of the drink Elsa had made until it was gone. "Never. They are always on guard. I fought back once. Back then only two people came, and I thought I could defeat them. Turns out I was wrong," he said with a chuckle. Dustin continued. "Since I fought back, they've increased to three people. So there's a big chance that if this escape attempt fails again, they will definitely add more members. Meanwhile, we don't have any tools to hold them on this island," he explained.