Exiled Rebels Scanlations Novels & Stories

Is Carla part of the same plan? Before her countless questions can be answered, several of the renegades attack the wolves guarding Selene. Sorem growls in fury, but the wound that covers nearly his entire back is severe, and his strength is almost gone. Selene's guardians, Alexia and Clarisse's wolves, are at a great disadvantage against all the renegades, and Carrie feels guilty for having broken their protection, which led to this war now unfolding. If things continue at this pace, Augusto will succeed in his mission and finally kill his own nephew, destroying the pack, just as he’s desired for many years.

I found scrolls, herbs, vials of strange liquid—but what made me stop was a sealed book carved with a silver moon and a name. > Mira of the Lost Line. > My name. I opened it. The pages detailed a prophecy. A Moonborn girl cast into exile. A girl with “ashes in her blood” and “fire in her voice.” She would either save the realm… or destroy it. At the bottom of the page was a drawing Of me. Trembling, I stepped back. Behind me, the floor creaked. Elara stood in the doorway, eyes dark. “I was hoping you’d find it on your own,” she whispered.

Everything is going just as it had before. “My lady…my— my father is a rogue alpha. He's an enemy of the throne. I just wanted to run away from his schemes. I can't be part of them! But now I have nowhere else to be. I won't want to put anyone in danger…only the palace can help me now, my lady.” The ballroom has been consumed by murmurs as they hear what she has to say. Currently, the kingdom of Ker faces the threat of a growing rebellion. Many shifters— rogue lycans, foxes, faes and the like— have banned together.

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

she asked. “It was.” I said with a wistful smile. But then I refocused on the matter at hand. “So, the rebels. How do you think the men will react to me joining? Do you think they will accept me into your group?” The redhead gave me a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me. If they dare.” she said. I couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. There was a strength in her, a fire that reminded me of the women back home who fought for their families and their people.

it just made me feel sick to my stomach. [Ella, Mr. Graham said you like the sea too. We should've invited you. [Oh, and he's putting on a fireworks show for me. I'll send you the video! [If I were you, I would've left a long time ago. Hanging on to Mr. Graham like that, you're just embarrassing yourself.] I usually ignored her, but not this time. I texted back: [If you're so into Jeffrey, make sure you never let go.]

he said, stepping forward. Rogen stretched an arm out to retrieve the paper, only taking a pause to give Lilith some water when she started coughing again. “You promised me the throne of Bloodied-Fang, not just your love. Take the Luna out and weaken the Alpha from grief. When I take him out, the pack would fall into your hands, and we can rule side by side.” The content of the letter made my blood run cold and I froze in silence. “I… I have never seen that letter before,” I stuttered.

Ceres (firmly): "Then we fight. Not with weapons alone—but with what they've tried hardest to bury. Our truth." A cheer ripples faintly. Not loud. But real. Hope flickers like a match. Xavier Among Rebels Northern Outpost Xavier stands before a table surrounded by rebel Flamebloods and Umbra exiles. Maps are strewn with sigils of enemy movement. Among them is Kato, a rogue Flame Knight, and Lysa, a Flameborn seer with a burnt eye. Kato: "Three temples burned last night. Another dozen pledged to Arion at dawn. He's building a religion, not just a throne."

She had to get out of here, and fast. But just as she was about to make a run for it, she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and saw a group of werewolf rebels standing in the shadows, watching her. "Well, well, well," a woman's voice said, and Karen recognized it as the leader of the rebels. "What have we here?" Karen felt a surge of hope. She had heard about the rebels, and she knew that they were skilled fighters who sought to overthrow the oppressive monarchy and establish a new, more just society.

It's very wrong that this thing misjudged me. I heard its annoyed growl as it tried to chase after me, but I could easily avoid it. I was like a shadow, and no one could ever touch a shadow. When I get bored playing with this stinky dog, I immediately jump higher than it as I quickly take out my sharp nails and swing my hand to attack the rogue right on its shoulder near its neck. It bled as I swung my other arm, and without difficulty, my sharp nails ran through it like a blade slicing its head off. His blood immediately splattered on the black drop seat bid I was wearing under a beige sleeveless shirt, that's why I could see his blood there, but I didn't bother to remove it because I knew