Exiled Novels & Stories

The chamber is quiet. "Calla of House Varrow," Lucian says. "You are exiled from Drevalon's territories, effective immediately. You will be escorted to the border by Brem's guard and released with provisions for thirty days. You will not return. If you return, the Silver Dawn's operations will be considered active aggression and treated accordingly." Calla nods once. Something in her face looks almost relieved, as though the waiting was worse than the verdict and the verdict, at least, is solid ground.

I let the threat hang. “And my wolves?” “They choose. Stay and rebuild under new terms. Or leave with you.” Vax looked around. At the wolves who’d abandoned him. None moved to follow. He was alone. Truly alone. “This isn’t over,” he said quietly. “Yes, it is.” My voice was final. “You just don’t know it yet.” Guards escorted him away. To the border. To exile. To nothing. The clearing went silent. Wolves looked at each other. At me. At Kael.

"I think he's been updating the list because he's the one who gave it to your father in the first place." We stood at the fork in the road and nobody moved. "He's still alive?" I asked. "He was six weeks ago." "Then he knows about the twelfth name. He knows what pending means. He knows what my father refused and what happens next." I looked at the road. "We need to find him." "The Exile community moved after the siege," Fen said. "They won't be where we left them." "Can you find them?" He looked at me with the expression he reserved for questions with obvious answers. "Yes."

She saddled them with enormous debt and drove them both to despair, which caused them both to jump to their deaths. Their funerals had barely been over when Chelsea then stormed into the company with Derrick in tow and forcefully took over everything. I was outraged and immediately went knocking on their doors, thinking of dragging them down to hell with me. However, I didn't even manage to lay a finger on her before I was subdued by her bodyguards. She then forged a mental report following a forced mental evaluation before exiling me to a deserted island in international waters, completely isolated from the world. It was ostensibly for my recuperation, but in reality, it was simply to break

“I would ask for exile. Not death. I know I have not earned mercy. But death does not undo what I did, and exile gives me a chance to spend whatever time I have left doing something other than the only work I have known. If you exile me to the northern wastes I will live alone. I will not contact anyone from the old network. I will simply, “ he gestured slightly, “exist. Until I do not. The wolves’ world will be rid of me without my blood on your hands. And I will know, every day, that the lady of Ashford chose mercy I had not earned. That seems a heavier sentence than a clean death, to me. But the choice is yours.” Brynn looked at him. The old asset with his unremarkable face. The wolf who

"And they wanted you silenced." "They wanted me convenient. Silence would have been the easiest arrangement for everyone but me." Elias's jaw tightened, old bitterness surfacing briefly before he forced it back down. "I chose exile over compliance. The forest was less a punishment than an escape, strange as that might sound to you, given the circumstances of your own arrival here." Cassian considered that, turning the parallel over slowly in his exhausted mind. "We're not so different, then. Both cast out for refusing to let power write its own truth over ours."

Others were so ridiculous that Emma had to physically stop herself from commenting. Then Sofia found something. “Wait.” She opened a thread. The post was buried deep in a chemical trading forum. The discussion wasn't recent, but it contained several references to Thanox. They followed usernames. Old posts. Deleted comments. Archived conversations. One username appeared repeatedly. Sofia copied it into another search. Then another result appeared. And another. By the time they had finished digging, they had three names. Three separate sellers. Three different parts of the world. One in Singapore.

"The council recommends permanent exile, stripped of all titles, all lands, all standing. He is never to return." Ronan nodded once. "The council's judgment stands. Alaric is exiled, effective immediately." Alaric's mask finally cracked. "Exile is a death sentence in this territory. You know that." "Then perhaps you should have considered that before choosing this path," Ronan said. "Take him beyond the border." Guards escorted Alaric out, and Marlowe watched him go, relief tangled with an odd pity she refused to examine. It was over. Truly, finally over.

"Doctor? Do you think I underwent surgery just to have a face like yours? I do not need cheap tricks to be acknowledged by the Dawson family." "You want to seize what is already mine, do you not?" Deon snorted angrily. "Just say you want to take it over!" Dustin smirked. The touch at the corner of his lip showed veiled contempt. "I was exiled for thirty years, never knowing what it felt like to have a family. And now you think I want to seize something from you? How about we trade places? You be the one exiled, and I be the one leading the company."

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In