Exiled Novels & Stories

Rachel said. "We have to go you have money transfer all your money to an account that Emilio does not know then we start the journey before its too late" Reuben suggested "That is a good idea but how about our children aren't they going to suffer?" Rachel asked. "They are innocent Emilio will not touch them already they have built the bungalow in the village and they already have their partners in the village they are in safe hands," Reuben said. "Where are we going to exile to?" Rachel asked. "A war tone country Somalia to avoid being tracked by Emilio," Reuben said

With one last defiant glance, I turned and walked away, my heart shattering with each step. ** Days turned into a blur as I wandered, alone and bereft, through the vast wilderness. My feet dragged across the forest floor, each step taking me further away from the pack that had once been my home. The weight of my banishment bore down on me, and my heart, once vibrant and full of life, now felt hollow and numb. I survived on the leaves and herbs that I recognized from my knowledge of healing. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered on my tongue, and my stomach often growled in hunger, but I persisted. I had to stay strong, even if my spirit was shattered.

By morning, Vanessa had pieced collectively sufficient to offer us a clearer photo of Project Exodus. “It’s now no longer pretty much retreating,” she said, her voice tense. “Exodus is a coordinated attempt to erase Dominion’s management from each system— financial institution accounts, felony records, even biometric data. They’re growing new identities for themselves, hiding in simple sight even as they plan their subsequent move.” Ethan leaned over the table, his jaw tight. “And wherein are they making plans to go?” Vanessa pointed to a map on her screen. “According to those documents , their extraction factor is in South America. A far off facility withinside the A****n rainforest. It’s i

Maverick pulls me tighter into his side and squeezes my shoulder. Cassius shifts uncomfortably, “I’ll start with the easier part of the answer. As long as I’ve been a rogue no king has exiled a child. It’s rare for women to be exiled but when they are the soldiers that escort them to the border make sure that they lose their will to live. So even if they could physically survive their minds are broken…..” Cassius’ voice trials off.

When he finally spoke, his voice was barely audible. "They exiled me." The words were flat, emotionless, delivered with the kind of careful control that suggested he'd practiced saying them. "Permanently. I can never return to pack territory or hold any position of responsibility in pack hierarchy. As far as my family's pack is concerned, I no longer exist." The gymnasium went dead silent. Exile was the ultimate punishment for pack betrayal—social death that meant losing not just your position and status, but your identity as a member of supernatural society. Exiled pack members became rogues, outcasts who were barred from terri

"Left this continent. Went somewhere you'll never find her." "She wouldn't... She promised... the next full moon... we were going to re-bond..." Kaelen muttered, like a madman. "Re-bond?" Brenna yanked a stack of papers from a drawer and slammed them down in front of him. "This is a 'Permanent Exile Order' from the Elders. And this," she slammed down another paper, "is her official acceptance by the strongest pack on the Southern Continent!" Kaelen looked down. His breath caught in his throat.

Austin’s POV The moment Madison stepped back, something in her posture changed. The softness vanished. I entered the room. Charity flinched like she had seen a ghost. “This ends now,” I said coldly. “You’ll be imprisoned until the council decides…” “No!” Madison said sharply. I turned toward her. “Madison…” “She’s exiled,” Madison insisted. “Not imprisoned.” Charity looked up, stunned. “You’re… letting me go?” “You don’t get forgiveness,” Madison replied. “You get distance. And you never come near my people again.”

“I thought he would be like me—living only on blood. But apparently even his feeding will be different.” “What happened? Why did you come in like that?” I ask as he approaches the bed, sitting beside me and gently brushing my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. “Adrian has been exiled,” he says, and I can hear the hurt in his voice. “Why?”

The scars on my back ached so badly, a reminiscent of the bad dream of the spear on my back. I went to the windows to pull it up and I saw that the storm was less grievous. Very soon the roads will clear and I would have to face life again, out of Jackson's house, with nothing to survive with except my bad dreams. From the last dream, it seemed my family wanted nothing to do with me. My 'father' was among the people who pursued me out of there, telling me that I was exiled . But what exactly had I done to deserve an exile?

Traitors cast out from packs as punishment, forbidden to form kingdoms or claim authority. I released the prisoners from my hold and asked Dax and one of my men to search the house and recover all the money and valuable items. Everything to be distributed to the prisoners. “You were exiled for a reason,” I said coldly. “Exile is not for gathering.” I let the silence stretch before delivering the sentence. “You will scatter. You will labor in the mountains and wastelands until my wrath subsides.” My voice turned iron. “No rogue king will rise. You answer to me alone. Defy this decree and beg for death.”