Exiled Rebels Novels & Stories

Sylus would find us. ​Expulsion was a blessing in disguise. It kept Caleb isolated and gave me time to teach him how to control his wolf. ​"Fine," I said, my voice cutting through the tense room like dry ice. I pulled Caleb closer, shielding his torn shirt against my chest. "We accept your terms. He won't be returning."

I nearly died on the deserted island countless times during my five-year exile there, whether due to the extreme environment, the countless wild beasts, or Derrick's treachery. She would contact me every three months. And when I finally got a call from her, all I heard on her end of the line was just Derrick's heavy panting and breathing. "You're so soft and malleable, Chels…" The call would only last for a few minutes, and yet, she still made sure to disgust me every time. My eyes turned hot with tears as I looked straight into her eyes. "You said that you loved me, Chelsea? But you killed my parents, destroyed me, and destroyed everything else between us… What right do you even have to use

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

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.”

I stood as a testament of what they had tried to erase. To later generations, they would label that night an uprising, labelling me a monster, the crack in the order that held the moon. They would whisper my name as a curse, a warning to anyone who tries to defy the authority they had so carefully crafted. Through it all, as I stood tall in the wreckage of their certainty, one truth rang clear through my mind, even clearer that the howls that were now being torn from my chest: I was never a curse and I was never cursed, but instead made a correction for all to see and somewhere deep inside of me I was convinced that this was only the beginning.

Venera concluded. The prince was staring in awe at the two rebels in front of him. They had a whole hierarchy of operations. The 10 weren't just ten teenagers rebelling for the sake of it. They were organized and deliberate with what they did. This was so much more than Felix had given them credit for.

Alex fired from the bench, dropping two guards who tried to seize him. Elara slipped away in the confusion, shouting orders. “The child is the priority! Take him alive!” They fought their way out—Damian covering Alex’s escape, taking a bullet to the arm that grazed but didn’t stop him. They burst into the underground tunnels, rebels loyal to them following. The counterstrike had begun. They regrouped in a secondary bunker beneath the old bridge they had defended weeks earlier. Aisha, the rebel leader, met them there with fresh supplies and grim news.

Shoving some of it in . All the guns were pointing straight to my head . They think they could scare me . How naive? “Are you sure you wanna leave here with me ?” I said loudly , then bent down to Denver’s level , “Because I can totally spend a night with you.” I whispered loudly . Shoving the fork a bit more into his skin. “Drop the guns if you don’t want him dead.” I ordered his bodyguards . “Don’t! Kill this Bitch!!” Denver shouted . “She won’t kill me . They still need the deal.” He continued in the same painful voice .

I can vividly remember Issac’s shouting my name when the General had buried his dagger within my belly. “Are my people okay with me being taken hostage?” I inquire. Jack rolls his eyes at the use of “My people.” “That’s the thing, they are not. They have given the General three days to bring you back. If the three days collapse, they promised to make the human territory feel their wrath.” He says through his mind, causing me to give a small proud smile. Today makes it the second day. “Which is why I am going to help you escape. The General may act tough, but he in no way wants to war against werewolves. All he’s worried about is his daughter.” Jack explains.

“Zara Walka is to become a lone wolf.” I gasped softly. Lone wolves were hunted and vulnerable; he was sentencing me to exile. “Ryker!” Luna Diana exclaimed, but I interrupted. “I accept your decision. I’ll leave this pack and go far away.” With tears spilling down my cheeks, I shook my head at Luna Diana, pleading silently: "Don’t tell him.”