Exiled Souls Mc Novels & Stories

That same night, across the forested lands near the Academy of the Moon, three messages were delivered in silence. One to a young Beta girl named Lira—a seer-in-training with a gift for illusion. Another to a high-ranking instructor with a secret past in the old Nightmoor faction. And the third… to a shifter whose face no one had seen in years—an exile from the old order who had once tried to break the Veil, and failed. Their instructions were clear: Watch Thorold. Record everything. Do not intervene unless commanded. And if he breaches the line between this world and the next—

I turn around so quick, I’d have fallen off if not for his arms on either side of me “That makes no sense!” “Does everything in your world make sense?” Zen raises a brow “This is unbelievable,” I shake my head So this is what cultural shock feels like. “How do people even come to be prostitutes here?” I ask, peevish for really no reason “Don’t werewolves have soulmates?” “They don’t. Lycans do.” “Really, Zen?” I give him a look “Soulmates are valued tremendously, but before someone finds there’s, they’re not expected to bear heats alone. Winter is harsh on most mature Lycans.”

So close Maya could feel it vibrating in her chest. "Rogues," Alec said, his voice tight. "They felt her power surge." Maya's stomach dropped. She knew what rogues were—every wolf did. Exiles. Outcasts stripped of pack and territory, cast out for crimes too brutal even for wolf justice. They'd banded together over the years, forming something twisted and dangerous: a pack built on violence and desperation instead of blood and honor. They raided Alliance territories constantly, hitting borders, stealing resources, killing anyone who got in their way.

I mumbled. Ten years ago, my family was exiled from Belmore Town because my father had murdered a child. My father, a man who was crooked in all his ways, sold me to Alpha Blake, the Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack. This was done in exchange for a place in his pack. Since I was endowed with the gift of prophecy, the exchange was made. I've been living in the pack house, abused by the Alpha and other pack members. I have been subjected to all kinds of vile treatments. I might have lost myself in the process. But, I was sick of it all. I wanted to be free.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

The sudden jerk choked me, a fresh wave of pain silencing my words. "You know why," he replied, his voice low and final. He turned his back to me, addressing the pack. "From this day forward and for eternity, Selene Vance has been exiled from this pack. She is now considered a rogue. If she is found packless, or even near our border lines, you are allowed to kill her on sight." Ouch.

Meghaal couldn't quite take a glimpse at their face since they faced the opposite direction. "You don't know who they are!?" Meghaal shook her head now with increased curiosity. "Never thought I'll live to see the day Meghaal Singhe would need me spitting out facts for once." Mikkel chuckled. "So those hoody men over there are very important people. " "No shit sherlock. They're seated in the VIP section for a reason." Meghaal couldn't help stating to have Mikkel role his eyes at her. " Anyways, they're representatives from the Pan Supernatural council."

" I watched them hold each other for a moment, then lowered my eyes. Apparently, souls could feel heartbreak too. The screen lit up again, showing a private room in an upscale club. Beneath the crystal chandelier, I wore a tight red dress and moved between a group of sleazy chemical plant executives. Glasses clinked. I had a sultry gaze as I laughed, all traces of the innocence I'd shown Brody completely gone. "Ms. Quinn, you're such a pleasure to work with. Here's to you." Gerard Wilcox from Apex Industries raised his glass, his heavy face plastered with a leering smile. I drained the wine without hesitation. "You're too kind, Mr. Wilcox. We're all friends here." I leaned closer with a coy

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