Exiled Souls Mc Novels & Stories

“Marcus didn’t just mess up today’s trial rules. He has spent years—probably decades—slowly corrupting the very systems that were meant to protect our community. He bribed judges, twisted testimonies, and even arranged killings disguised as legal executions. He built a world based on fear and control, all while pretending to follow the very laws he was breaking. The Chief Elder interrupted me, “You’ve shown us why execution wouldn’t work. Now, what do you suggest instead?” This was my moment. I was either going to convince them that there was a better way forward or reveal myself as being hopelessly naive about how supernatural justice actually worked. “Formal exile to the Borderlands,” I pr

"She's spent twenty years leeching off our pack's protection. Piper is back where she belongs now. We don't need a scentless, flat-toothed liability dragging down the Ashford name in Westmere." Malcolm reaches into his tailored coat, pulling out a thick, wax-sealed envelope and tossing it onto the hood of the SUV between us. "Five hundred pack credits and an official decree of exile. You sign the release form for the Blackveil routes, take the money, and step foot out of Moonridge Territory forever. You are dead to the Ashford Pack." I look down at the paper, then back up at the family that forced me to manage their underground ledgers while treating me like cattle. I don't touch the pen he

Future Luna candidate to convict, in the space of one breath. She lost her mind. She pulled a dagger—coated with bloodroot—and lunged at my back. "Bitch! I'll kill you!" She didn't even reach me. I pivoted and kicked her into the air. She snapped through three trees and landed coughing blood. I delivered the sentences in front of the pack. "Elder. Exiled to the Frostlands. Never to return." "Delilah. Fangs pulled out. The rest of your life will be spent in the pack brothel, servicing the lowborn wolves you used to look down on."

Magnolia looks terrified by the thought and Charlie walks closer and he nods as he says, “I think you’re right, Violet. But there is one question, what happens to these souls once they’re released?” My eyebrows scrunch together as I turn to face him and I notice that Phoenix tenses by the question as he asks, “What do you mean?” Charlie shrugs as he says, “Well, every soul that Xavier harvested it once belonged to a body. But those bodies are now dead. The souls can’t return to their original body they would just have to ascend and go where they belong or…” It’s like the whole room holds their breathe to hear what he thinks the other option is. His eyes flicker to me, like he thinks I’m the

Evren shouted, his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards as he followed closely behind. "I am escaping this den," Michaels said, ripping open a leather travel pack and stuffing his spare tunics inside with trembling hands. "Do not dare lay a finger on me, Evren. Go back to the Grimclaw Gaming Hall and gamble away whatever dignity you have left, because I am finished." Evren reached out, his calloused fingers wrapping tightly around Michaels' wrist. "You belong to the Blackmoor lineage, Michaels, you cannot just break the betrothal contract."

"But we found a loophole in the ancient law. We are taking you back to the Lycan Kingdom tomorrow night after the moon sets. You will never have to live like a rogue." Micah set me down gently on the edge of the long marble island. The warmth of the room made the cuts on my legs sting like fire. Happiness, thick and overwhelming, bubbled up in my chest, and a single tear cut through the dirt on my cheek. I wasn't going to be exiled. Ian walked into the adjacent bathroom and returned with a dark green towel and a small stone jar. Micah didn't waste time. He used a damp cloth to aggressively wipe the gravel out of the open wounds on my forearms. I bit my lip until it bled to keep from screamin

Ever since the incident during her wedding, she had been depressed ever since. She went to look for Lily to ask about Darryl’s situation. She was distraught when she heard that there was no news from him. When she entered the living room, Kingston said excitedly, “Yvonne! Have you heard? A new sect was formed! It’s called Elysium Gate! “This Elysium Gate is terrific! The four Dixon brothers joined them. They were all Level Five Master Generals—no, they’re all Level One Martial Marquis now! Apparently, if you join them, you’ll get a Black Spirit Pill!

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

"We're trying to fix your sibling. Next, it's your turn. If you truly care about her, get her swimming and acting like a fisheri." "Don't you dare tell me what to do with my family!" "They can't fix the wrist, so she'll never have a sheathed blade. Her only protection will be her released spores." "And your point?" Miro's eyes sparkled with unshed moisture. "Zalo is your liability for eternity. Make up your mind now—do you want her in your world, or will you swim away from reality?" Miro gaped at Coco's back as the CEO made her escape, walking confidently to the exit.

Now Michael did turn around, throwing his glass to the floor by Summer's feet as he did so. "How the fuck could that be?" He growled storming forward. "I plan on figuring it out tomorrow." Exhaustion laced Summer's words. "It would seem Golden Ridge is tired of living." "What?" Michael's tone was cold as ice. "They've been receiving information and goods from the mole." Summer responded. "Don't worry I've already set Gustavo and Stefen on the job of taking care of the mole. Golden Ridge will be receiving a present tomorrow morning."