Exiled Novels & Stories

I told her. But Ava shook her head and pulled me aside. “Leo, it’s awful here. Look around. He’s a little boy, an innocent little boy. His clothes are practically falling apart and I bet he hasn’t had a decent meal in months. I don’t know why they were exiled—Ana hasn’t told me yet—but we can’t just leave them here. They’re living in squalor.” “They were exiled for a reason, Ava,” I told her. “We can’t take them. It’s just not how it’s done.”

“For a second, I felt your heart stop. I will not live through that twice.” Silence fell, thick and suffocating. “You’re planning something,” he said slowly. I met his eyes. “Yes.” Drayan appeared in the doorway, as if summoned by the tension. “She’s right,” he said. “If Asa stays visible, this becomes a siege. Not months. Days.” Malrik looked between us, realization dawning. “You’re talking about exile.” “Disappearance,” I corrected. His face drained of color. “No.” “It’s the only way.”

A decision already made. “You’re being released,” the official said. My heart jumped. Hope rose. Then he finished. “You’re being exiled.” The word crushed the air from my lungs. “Exiled?” I repeated. “You can’t be serious.” “You are forbidden from returning,” he said calmly. “You will never speak to the prince again. You will never appear in court records again. As far as the world is concerned… you never existed.” I stood slowly. My hands shook. My chest burned.

"I want her exiled." The room erupted again, louder this time. Exile was serious—it meant being cast out from the pack, severing all bonds, becoming a rogue. It was one step below execution. "No!" Brittany shrieked. "You can't—Alpha Jace, please! I made a mistake, I didn't mean—"

Vivian said, stepping forward to the podium. Gesturing toward me, her voice echoed through the room. “This sort of offense is punishable by death or, at most, if we are to show mercy.” she smirked at me as she dropped the last word.“exile from the werewolf continent.” Exile? That was the same as condemning me to death. Being exiled would mean I wouldn’t be accepted in any other pack. If I went to rogue territory? It was a one-way ticket to my death. Was this it? Time for my story to end?

“Your brother? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. He’s the Alpha King’s son. And you’re just an orphan. You think you can claim ties to Alpha?” The crowd roared with laughter, mocking my so-called fantasy. Even Hunter’s expression darkened with embarrassment. He shoved the exile notice into my hands. “The fact that I’m not exiling you to the wastelands is already mercy for the years we spent together. If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for what happens next.” I clenched my jaw, but my heart felt frozen solid. All this time, I had hidden my identity while quietly paving the way for him.

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.

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel

He lay down with me, pulled me close until my head rested on his shoulder, and simply held the continuous present the bond had made while the realm outside adjusted to the formal record of the ambush. “He is choosing exile,” Stefan said against my hair. “Not because he accepts guilt. Because he understands that the archive evidence cannot be talked away in open court. Distance is the only move that preserves the possibility of a later return. I will not give him that possibility. The next formal step is the declaration of exile. Once it is sealed, the northern road will not protect him.” “And the grief?” “It stays here. Inside these rooms. The king will finish the work the truth began. The m

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