Exiled Heroes Novels & Stories

"Focus on the 'Scent'. If we lose the 'Scent', we become like them." She pointed to the "Failed Protagonists"—the faceless warriors rising from the mercury. These were the "Deleted Files" of the Gallery, heroes whose stories had been canceled and whose frequencies had been "Standardized" into silence. They moved with a slow, rhythmic desperation, their silver eyes reflecting the total absence of a "Happy Ending."

She died when I was young but the resemblance was uncanny, I could practically see my face on hers. “Mum?” “You do not have much time, dear” she said, “You have to make everything right and I mean soon” “I don’t understand what you are saying” I kept walking towards the tunnel but the more I walked, the more distant it got. I was about to lose my fucking mind, tears welled up in my eyes. “You have been in exile for too long,” she said again, “it’s time to rise up and take what belongs to you, my dear. Your kind has been in exile for too long and it can no longer remain that way”

“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.

The Crown of Rivers leaned forward, eyes deep as tides. “You speak of the girl?” “She is not a girl,” I said. “She is the flame we tried to forget. And she is waking.” A ripple of fear moved through the Circle. “Who found her?” one asked. I let the name fall like a blade. “Azrien.” Shock fractured the chamber like lightning. Some flinched. Some glanced at the empty thrones. One rose as if struck. The youngest god whispered, almost reverent: “The Exiled Light…” The god of judgment slammed his staff. “He is sealed outside the Veil! His name is unspoken!”

After it was over, the Alpha King learned of my brave actions. He awarded me the title of Honorary Elder and gave me gold and jewels. Because Leon was suspected of helping the traitor escape, he and Lucas would be exiled from the pack. However, I used my honor to plead on their behalf with the Alpha King. Considering that the two of them had wised up in the end, they were stripped of their status and made commoners. Leon and Lucas were exiled to work in the mines of the Shadow Wastelands.

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel

"So let me see if I understand this correctly." Order nodded. His expression told me I wasn't going to like the answer. I already didn't. The guardian pointed to a passage written in faded silver ink. "Elias was exiled under his true name." I nodded. "So far, yes." Order turned another page. "The exile was not placed on his body." Another page. "Nor on his power." Another. "It was placed on his identity." The room fell silent. I stared at him. Then at the text. Then back at him.

She had heard about the dangerous battle in the Elixir Realm and was anxious about James’ safety. James smiled teasingly and said, “What’s the worst that could happen to me?” “Let’s have a seat and talk.” Thea pulled James over and sat down beside him. Although James returned safely, she wanted to know what had happened in the Elixir Realm. She asked. “Has the Sanctuary of Darkness been completely wiped out?” James detailed the entire battle to Thea. “I’ve almost completely wiped them out. Unfortunately, the strongest member, who was a Seventh Heaven Grand Emperor managed to escape. He’ll definitely be a potential threat in the future.”

answered Kulvit-Hippocentaurus, “But once more, to the health of Yendrus, our beloved captain. It is he, my mighty lords, who has given here in Lyubis an asylum to us poor exiles without a roof above our heads.” “He speaks justly,” cried a number of voices; “Kulvyets is not so stupid as he seems.” “Hard is our lot,” piped Rekuts. “Our whole hope is that you will not drive us poor orphans out through your gates.” “Give us peace,” said Jargan; “what is mine is yours.” With that all rose from their places and began to take him by the shoulders. Tears of tenderness flowed over those stern drunken faces. “In you is all our hope, Yendrus,” cried Kokosinski.

But I do think that heroes will emerge once more in the future to save the world from the tragedy known as demons. In the absence of a monarch capable of taming the violent beast race, the country of the beast plunged into catastrophe. Humans have made the most progress. The last of the heroes left their legacies in the guise of academies. The elves have remained unaffected by time. Three of the heroes had perished. My soul has been consumed by the magic I used, yet I have no remorse. I have six novels to my credit. I shall continue to record the history of this world until the day I die.