Novel & Cerita Exiled Heroes

He grumbles and his rogues try to hide their smiles. “And you thought I would help you because the old Beta here hired you to kill me when I was an exile?” Jariah shakes his head. “Still are an exile, or so I heard.” I scowl at him, processing his words. He is right, and our pack is vulnerable because of my exile status. “What’s your point?” “Point is, I don’t give a shit whether you are an exile or not. The enemy of my enemy is my bestie or some shit like that.”

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When they pushed through to the final set of small trees, she stopped at her tracks. In front of them was a security place - a place of defence, covered in droplets and an area of the moonlight covered it. Flashes of firelight shone on broken windows, and figures – both men and women resembling wolves, silently walked along the outer wall, their eyes flashing in shades of gold, silver and red. “Welcome to the den,” Thoren said. “A refuge for the outcasts.” Lydia felt her tightness in her chest. The people she was seeing were more than just mere outsiders; they were exiles – marked by their pasts and carrying the weight of forgotten heritage.

Darian made a sound suspiciously close to a laugh. Kael didn’t. His attention had gone completely still. Not on me. On the stranger. Like something about him had finally clicked into place. The man in the corner pushed away from the wall. Every elder tensed. He moved slowly, almost lazily, as though he were the only person in the room who didn’t find himself threatening. “I was exiled,” he said. His violet-gray eyes stayed on mine. “Years ago.” “For what?” “Riven.” The warning came from one of the elders.

“Faye knows her stuff. She’d be able to take you down right now.” In the group of about 10 warriors, Aidan and Dylan are the only ones who know about my hustle. Aidan knows I sell drugs but doesn’t know I make them. And Dylan knows everything because of Alessio. The two of them are so cute. Alessio put his rogue life behind him and joined Aidan’s pack so he could be with Dylan. Currently, Alessio is having a house built on one of the plots on pack territory. Until then, they’re staying in Dylan’s rather small warrior room in the pack house. Alessio is not happy. Xavier looks down at me and I shrug.

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

Alven moved like a ghost beside him, eliminating anyone who drew near. I brandished my weapon, breath hitching. We weren't prepared for this. And that was precisely why they chose this moment to strike. I instantly recognized their warriors. They were not rogues. Nor were they Ronan's forces. They were the exiles. Wolves who had once been part of this pack until my father cast them out. Denied a place in this realm. And now? They had returned for revenge. A tall man stepped forward, wearing dark armor, rage shown in his eyes.

And with shifts come predators. My hands curl into fists just thinking about Xavier Wolfgang. The blood on his name. The exile. The way he carved his legacy out of cruelty. Alejandro has no idea how many people want him erased. And Zenith? She was never meant to be anything more than a vessel. A key. A tool to be wielded and discarded. But now she’s loved. Now she’s protected.

That same night, across the forested lands near the Academy of the Moon, three messages were delivered in silence. One to a young Beta girl named Lira—a seer-in-training with a gift for illusion. Another to a high-ranking instructor with a secret past in the old Nightmoor faction. And the third… to a shifter whose face no one had seen in years—an exile from the old order who had once tried to break the Veil, and failed. Their instructions were clear: Watch Thorold. Record everything. Do not intervene unless commanded. And if he breaches the line between this world and the next—

It doesn’t look like it when the door is closed because it’s incredibly transparent; but when it is being opened, you can clearly see that it’s a door or some sort of shield. Selena exits the hole and Jack closes it again. When they both leave, I am left alone in this squared room that is dug within the earth. The silence is causing my mind to overthink, and it feels like I’m going crazy. Soon, I hear a tap coming from above. I look in the direction and I see Jack. He does not say anything, but only stares at me. “I know you want to escape and go to be with your people. But you have nothing to fear, your people are safe and the General wants nothing to do with them.” I hear Jack’s voice with