Exiled Souls Mc Novels & Stories

It was Xavier, the son of Omari, the eldest member of our pack. Xavier left his car and walked toward me as I left mine. “Molly Lancaster,” he grinned. “Where are you going? And who are you dating now? If I may ask. Is it Blake or Kelvin Peters?” “Kelvin is dead,” I retorted. “Not that it should be any of your business.” His eyes widened, and he tried to look away. “Dead? What happened to him? Was he killed?” “Again, not that it should be any of your business,” I snapped. “But he was killed in Westview on the blood moon… It's-- a long story.”

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"The scars of the past are what forge a true ruler." My mother, the Luna Queen, came over and gently stroked my hair. "My little princess. Welcome home." Home. The word warmed my heart. "By the way," Damien walked in, holding a letter. "There's news about someone you might want to hear." "What news?" "Riven and Jenna," he sneered. "They've been exiled in the Forbidden Lands of Eternal Winter for three months now." "And?" "Riven was stripped of his Alpha power. They say he can't even shift anymore," Damien continued, a cruel twist to his lips. "As for Jenna... she lost the pup. The blood magic she helped weave claimed its price."

"You know what it's like to need rescue. Help me identify packs where abuse is happening. We offer refuge to those who fight back." "Turning victims into warriors," she said softly. "I like it." Over the next two months, fighters arrived in a steady stream. First came three brothers from Marcus's old territory—exiled for defending their sister's honor. Big, brutal fighters who moved like a single unit. Then a female archer named Kira, cast out for refusing to bear children for a cruel Alpha. Her arrows could pierce vampire hearts at a hundred yards. A tracker called Ghost, so quiet even I couldn't hear him move. He'd been exiled for being "too strange"—later I learned he was part Fae, which

“Your brother? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. He’s the Alpha King’s son. And you’re just an orphan. You think you can claim ties to Alpha?” The crowd roared with laughter, mocking my so-called fantasy. Even Hunter’s expression darkened with embarrassment. He shoved the exile notice into my hands. “The fact that I’m not exiling you to the wastelands is already mercy for the years we spent together. If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for what happens next.” I clenched my jaw, but my heart felt frozen solid. All this time, I had hidden my identity while quietly paving the way for him.

It is made from the dust of human bones mixed with some sort of concoction. I look behind me, and I can still see the metal fencing behind the crowd. It is not very far. “Have any of you tried to escape the boundary? It’s just rocks,” I say as the crowd yells profanity at us. Daniel scoffs in response. “Those rocks are not myths, the closer you get to them, it’s like your brain begins to melt,” Daniel tells me. “We tried, believe me,” Isaac confirms, and I sigh. How are we going to get out of this?

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

The word "Exile" stabbed straight into my heart like twin blades. In the Sacred Wolf Pack, exile wasn't just death. A wolf cast out of the pack would be stripped naked, smeared with blood meant to lure beasts, and driven into the wild. They would be hunted through endless terror and pain, torn apart bit by bit by lesser monsters. Their souls would never find rest, and they would never be reborn. "No! Ronan, you can't do this to me!"

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Not this time. “Inside!” Silas roared, pointing to the mine shaft. “We can’t fight it here!” The wolves shifted instantly, circling Ava, herding her toward the jagged opening. Mara fired another arrow, Caleb thrust his spear, Silas hacked with his battered sword. Each blow bought seconds, no more. The Exile laughed—a low, broken sound that scraped like stone against bone. Run, little flame. The dark is my home. The deeper you go, the closer you are to me.