Exiled Novels & Stories

“A doorway to a world devoid of power. Devoid of allies. Devoid of return.” My stomach twisted so hard I nearly folded in half. “No,” I whispered. “No, you cannot.” He blinked at me like I had suggested something inconvenient, such as rescheduling my execution. “You are to be exiled beyond the reach of magic. Beyond the reach of this kingdom. Beyond the reach of all who might protect or follow you.” “No return?” I gasped. “No way back? No path home?” “You will walk among mortals,” he said. “You will forget this life. This place. This realm.”

What? "They failed to keep their daughter in line five years ago and teach you discipline," he said stepping closer to me. "I've already signed the papers, Ava. If you walk out that door, if you try to get on a plane or a bus your parents are exiled. Cast out. Rogues." My heart stopped. In the wolf word, exile was a death sentence for people as old as my parents. They wouldn't survive a week without a pack's protection. "You wouldn't," I whispered. " They're your father's oldest friend's"

“Integration or exile.” No threat. No pressure added to the words. “Integration means you follow pack law. You work. You rebuild what was broken. You answer for what you did.” A pause. “Exile means you leave. No support. No protection. No return.” She lets them decide. No speeches. No convincing. The first answer comes slowly. Then another. Then more. Most choose to stay. Not easily. Not without weight. But they stay. The few who choose exile are marked and escorted out before nightfall. No violence. No chase.

"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.

"At least exile gives them a life, even if it's far from what they wanted." The hard-core believers were given the choice. Most chose exile. They were escorted to the far northern territories, a harsh land where several packs of isolationists lived. They'd be unwelcome in mainstream wolf society but not imprisoned. Helena chose exile as well. Her final words before leaving were more prophecy and warning. " Corruption will spread. The bridge child will doom you all. And when the realms collapse because of her existence, remember that we tried to save you." "We'll remember that you attacked children because you were afraid of change," Dante replied. "That's what history will record."

After a sigh she continues. "The other planets decided that human males weren't strong enough to actually provide aid... (Tursa licks her lips) To be honest the Shikaz, Gaimo, Vaal, Frole, Peulo, Glortinon and Kea people are still free because the Cok, Hassin, Bronkark, and Makskin people joined them. If they hadn't we would have already fallen. Physically we are too weak against our enemy," Tursa says before meeting my eyes again and I gasp as I see her tears.

James already have his plans set up just on how to escape. Maxwell immediately cuffed his hands and legs with chained handcuff,after that he walked him down to the police van set to transport him to his new prison. "You're leaving without saying goodbye right".Michelle said standing a metre away from the van. "I thought you won't show up".James replied looking euthymic.

Three weeks of hiding, even in the most luxurious hotel the city of Buea had to offer did Marcelo Marchesa no good. He was a messenger. His job was to travel around the world. He was a neutral link to all the biggest and baddest cartels in the world; even the enemies. He had only one rule: stay neutral. One rule by which he could have had the world at his feet. But because of some stupid greedy issues, he'd kicked out the golden life and now had to live like a refugee.

It was sunset and the view was beautiful from the hilltop He sat on the hilltop with both hands curled around his knees. He stared into space as he flashed back to how he found Miguel. FLASHBACK He looked through the window and a smile appeared on his cheek. It's six months now and his days of exile are over. He had gone into exile in Maladin, a small village far away from Chimalpa. Ray on the other hand was sent to another far away village. He wore his hoodie as he saw the two black cars driving into the yard. He knew they had come to take him back home

“Sebastian Ford! Do you think you were the only one who was exiled as a teenager abroad and forbidden to return home? I was once exiled too.” Holden looked at Sebastian pitifully, “At least when you were exiled abroad, your father gave you a generous allowance, while your mother was a senior architect and had an enviable job abroad. Although you were in exile, you didn’t need to worry about feeding yourself, or whether you had any warm clothes to cover your body, you even had extra money to socialize and make friends. However, what about me?”