Exiled Novels & Stories

They love it, buying a house away from all the New York noise and settling for a beautiful home out in the country. "Ok, I guess it's time we make our way out before we lose our plane. You guys ready? Say bye to mom and dad?" Loretta says to Aiden and Emily. They stand, Aiden is a bit reluctant to turn off his game until Jake gives him the look. He gets serious, but honestly Aiden has just as big of a temper as he does. Aiden turns off his console and walks towards us.

“They are going to end up finding out one way or another and let's just face it, we are screwed then.” Jarvis slammed his fist onto the table, making Emelie jump. “They are not going to find out.” He all but yelled as though her comment had made him angry. “Regardless of this situation,” he said calmly once he got his temper under control. “Gabriel has given the order that they stay exiled.” “Isn't that the Queen's order not his to make?” Emelie asked as she kept her head down, afraid to look at Jarvis and see the anger bubble all over again. “I mean she was basically forced in doing so because she was afraid of Gabriel.”

His personality shined too bright, his confidence to take care of the tribe too strong for me to shake. They loved him, just like my father. Many dragons came to congratulate and console him while I stood up from the pile of rotting food. I was now exiled, a piece of rubbish, old food to be stomped upon. My eyes wander to Amora, who hands off a screaming child. Picking up her dress, she runs to me, only to have another dragon lead her to her mate. “Creed,” she whispered softly, her voice tender as the sister I thought her to be. Her eyes soaked, not knowing what to do.

"No. I can't marry her." "Why?" Julian fiddles with one of the ruddy locks. "Because my dear friend here is an exile." Shandra blinks repeatedly. Yes, she had been warned, albeit hastily, that demons who did not follow the rules could be punished. But to be expelled from one's place of origin? If angels expelled from heaven were fallen angels, demons expelled from hell were considered what? "But if you are an exile and can't go home, why did you come after him, Julian?"

She looked away, her defiance crumbling under the weight of my words. “You think Damien cared about you?” I continued. “You were just a tool to him, Elaine. And now, you have nothing. No pack. No allies. Nothing.” Her shoulders slumped, and for the first time, she looked truly broken. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. I took a deep breath, the weight of my decision pressing down on me. “You’re exiled,” I said, my voice firm. “You will leave this pack and never return. You’ll have no ties to us, no place here. You’ll be on your own.”

I pause because my voice was cracking from my emotions. "Why didn't you listen to Dimitri?" Orion asks. "Since I came here I was told by him I was weak. Paxton has told me I was weak. I'm sure you and Hendrix thought the same. Besides being told if we don't win this war it'll start all over again in 300 years? I don't want to do this again in 300 years. I want to have a future. I want to have my mates, have children, get married if that's even possible, rule our, this kingdom together, and grow old. It was also because I wanted to prove to you guys I'm not weak. I'm just as strong as you four are. My tunnel vision.. My stubbornness as Paxton also has told me drove me towards it. I don't thin

“Middle ground?” Her expression was calm, sympathetic even. But her words were a slow, deliberate knife. “Exile. Permanent exile beyond the borders of Archview. She will live—but far enough that her presence no longer… confuses the pack.” Lucien frowned. “That’s barely different from a death sentence. You know no wolf survives long outside the borders.” Becky’s smile didn’t waver. “Then at least her blood won’t stain our hands.”

"But my position remains unchanged." My father's expression hardens slightly. "Perhaps you don't fully comprehend what exile entails," he says, loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly. "Not just loss of title and territory access, but complete severance of all pack bonds. No protection, no resources, no standing among allied territories. Vulnerable to challenge from any Alpha who considers you a threat or opportunity." "I understand completely," I reply, matching his volume to ensure the assembled witnesses hear my response. "Just as I understand the suspicious timing and nature of Silver Creek's modified blood oath proposal."

Mira spent each morning tracing her new silver violet thread into fresh bark not burning it, not carving. Coaxing. 1. Letters from the Outerlands Dahlia approached me with a scroll tied in blue ribbon. “This arrived through the North Flame Line,” she said. “It’s from the Outerlands the Spiral exiles.” My heart tightened. The exiles had been cast out after the Fourth Collapse some were Keepers who broke Oaths, others civilians who refused Spiral rule. We hadn’t heard from them in a decade. I unrolled the parchment and read: “The silver spiral burns even here.

His eyes flicker, but his expression does not break. “I was exiled.” The word burns on my tongue. “Exiled for crimes I never committed. Chained. Hunted. Dragged like prey when I should have been honored as Luna. And even then, even then, someone was waiting with another arrow, another lie, another blade aimed at my back.” The murmurs in the room grow louder. Some council members nod, others frown, but all are listening. Selene shifts in her seat, her smirk tightening, but she stays silent.