Exiled Novels & Stories

said Mahendra. The whispers of the nobles and commoners were heard throughout the courtroom. Finally, the chairman of the court tapped the gavel three times after saying the punishment received by Lauren and her family. They have been proven and there are witnesses to have committed serious crimes so they will be exiled for life in an arid, cold place and will no longer be allowed to return to the capital. Exiled people are not provided with wealth. Their possessions had been confiscated and they had to start life from scratch.

The woman who had once been an ally, now a fugitive. “Mara,” Isolde’s voice cracked, barely audible. “I had to leave.” “Leave?” Mara repeated, frowning. “Where did you go?” Isolde hesitated. “I couldn’t stay. Not after everything… I couldn’t face the survivors. I had to leave with my father. We’re exiled now.” “Exiled?” Mara repeated, the word bitter on her tongue. Isolde’s eyes dropped, avoiding Mara’s gaze. “I don’t expect forgiveness. I don’t deserve it. But I had to leave. It’s the only way to survive.”

“This can’t wait.” I quickly sent John a text, asking him to move my other appointments and then returned to my call with Wallace. “Very well. What’s going on?” “We’ve been facing a situation here that’s currently unfolding every moment,” Wallace said. “What kind of situation?” I asked. “Some of the elders you exiled have started to rally in defiance.” “They are still on pack lands?” I asked. “Yes,” Wallace said. “In a town near the border. And that’s not all of it, I’m afraid.”

Her voice pierced the dense air as she took a step forward. Iris stated in a tentative but forceful tone, "There's only one group left." Although she didn't want to say these things, she understood that it was their only option. "Those who are exiled." Aiden stopped in the middle of his stride and looked at her. "You mean those exiled for betrayal?" His remarks were laced with disdain as his voice fell to a low growl. A group of renegade wolves, the exiles had been banished for betraying their packs; their allegiance had been destroyed by their own sinister decisions. Aiden would never want to ally with them because they were da

she said, loud enough for every pair of ears to catch her words. Nathan’s eyes narrowed. Harris stared at the ground. Emerson barely breathed. “You’re not being imprisoned. You’re not being executed.” She paused, voice unwavering. “But you are no longer of this pack.” The air shifted. Gasps echoed. A woman somewhere near the back dropped something—it shattered. “What…?” Emerson finally croaked, his voice dry. “What do you mean?” “I mean you are being exiled,” Elena said. “You’re rogues now. Stripped of rank. Stripped of protection. Stripped of the name of this land.”

The exile happened at dawn. The entire Pack gathered to watch. Marcus and Elena were brought out in chains. Vida performed the ritual, severing their connection to the pack bond. I watched Marcus's face as the bond broke. Watched the moment he stopped being pack and became nothing. Just a lone wolf with no family. No home. Elena sobbed through the entire ritual. When it was done, they were given supplies and told to leave. Three days before pursuit was allowed. It was mercy Mathias had said.

Its glow was dimmed and its posture was bowed. Dax rushed to him. “You let her die,” he said, hoarsely. The Guardian turned away. “She is not dead,” it said quietly. Hope slammed into his chest. “Where is she then,” he asked. “Beyond reach,” the Guardian replied, gazing at the sky. Furry followed hope, red-hot and uncontrollable. “That does not answer my question,” he shouted out in frustration. “That is the only answer,” the Guardian replied. “The sovereign chose exile over annihilation.”

"Elena. I am telling you this because your mother would have wanted me to. Not because I expect you to listen. But... for what it is worth... exile might give you a chance. A small one. But more than you will have if you force the Alpha's hand." "A chance to what? Die slowly instead of quickly?" "A chance to survive." His voice softened, just slightly. "Rogues kill most exiles within days. But some make it. Some find new packs. Some disappear into human territories and build different lives. It is not much. But it is something." "Something," I whispered. "Better than nothing, I suppose."

"From this day onward, the Moonstone Wolf pack will now be known as the Lone Star Wolf pack once more, and our ties with Silas have ended for good!" When I left, I could hear whispers behind me about what just happened. "Freya really is exiling him from the pack..." "He used to be such a powerful Alpha. What will happen to him if he joins another pack? Will he turn around and attack us?" "But Freya has made her stand quite clear…" Greta could be heard sobbing as she said, "What should we do now, Silas?" As everyone continued talking about it, I turned to leave. I wanted to see what a Rogue exiled from the pack would do with a stupid and weak she-wolf by his si

"Because of the way the bond snapped... it caused a spiritual disturbance. Isabella’s father is claiming you’re a 'dark omen.' They’ve convinced Silas that as long as you’re alive and 'unclaimed,' the bond could still interfere with his new union. They’ve declared you Exiled and Hunted." The breath left Lyra’s lungs. Hunted. In pack law, an exile was someone who was simply told to leave. A "Hunted" exile was a different matter. It meant anyone from the pack could kill her on sight for sport or favor. It was a way to scrub a mistake from the earth. "Silas agreed to this?" Lyra asked, the words feeling like shards of glass in her mouth. Ben looked away. "He didn