Exiled Souls Mc Novels & Stories

"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."

Tobias began to stutter, “first he reported to the elders… - I'm your head! And it was an order! I don't need the approval of the elders! Do you want to go into exile? - Zark, I'm sorry, I didn't think a couple of hours mattered. - They have! And how!!! - Yes, what happened? The fox isn't answering! Tobias was silent for a couple of seconds. - Wait, maybe you're boiling in vain? Probably can't hear, put the phone away. Isn't it enough? - Get ready, we leave for the Southern clan. As soon as I pressed the end call, the phone immediately rattled from the call. - Mister Zark! It's Patrick! We can't find Mistress Alicia anywhere.

He says and I smile, nodding my head as Hades leans over the rail. The rogues outnumber both Venom Fang and Dark Moon. The rogues live in peace and they have rights, like the packs do. They just prefer to live off the land. Some call them savages, but they aren’t. They are nomads. They created their own pack many years ago. However, they still hold the title of rogue. “Very well. Thank you for coming all this way to deliver this message. Please rest and eat before you head back.” Carter says to him, and I smile up at my mate. He will be just fine at ruling over them. That I am certain of.

The Mistbane territory thrived under our care, and we had each other—stronger, wiser, and forever bonded. And as we stood together, hands clasped, hearts aligned, the first light of a new dawn touched the horizon, painting everything in gold. Our story was no longer about survival or struggle. It was about love, power, and peace—and it would last forever. “After all, I was once just an exiled rogue, a soul who had fallen to the savage beast within. I was far from perfect—but we were perfect for each other. And that was more than enough.”

I was curious about this alpha that had taken control of the unclaimed territories, but there was no way I would become someone’s omega ever again. “I choose exile!” I shouted. I noted a quick look of astonishment on the man’s face, but he quickly composed himself. I could try to claim that this was my land, but I really wasn’t in the mood. I kept telling myself over and over that I started over once, I could do it again. “Which pack are you with?!” The one that threw me to the ground growled, and I thought that was it. My birthday was now going to be my last damn day on earth!

After twenty minutes, a compound appeared cabins surrounding a main lodge, all enclosed by a fence topped with silver wire. "Welcome to Refuge Point," Dr. Rhodes said. "One of five Unbound sanctuaries in North America." People emerged from the buildings. Humans, a woman with glowing tattoos, a man with reflective eyes. Not just shifters. "Marisol Vega." A tall woman with silver-streaked hair approached. "I'm Councilor Marion, leader of this sanctuary. We're honored to have you here." "I'm not staying long. Just until Kael" "Until Kael what? Storms in and gets himself killed?" Marion's expression was kind but firm. "The Conclave has a kill order on both of you. Redclaw wants your babies. You