Exiled Souls Mc Novels & Stories

Her voice pierced the dense air as she took a step forward. Iris stated in a tentative but forceful tone, "There's only one group left." Although she didn't want to say these things, she understood that it was their only option. "Those who are exiled." Aiden stopped in the middle of his stride and looked at her. "You mean those exiled for betrayal?" His remarks were laced with disdain as his voice fell to a low growl. A group of renegade wolves, the exiles had been banished for betraying their packs; their allegiance had been destroyed by their own sinister decisions. Aiden would never want to ally with them because they were dangerous and unpredictable.

Their allegiances shift like the river’s course, and so does their loyalty- no one ever trusted them to hold the same side for very long, especially not since the Sundering Pact. The Exiles, the ghosts on the edge of everyone’s stories, were supposed to be our last hope. They were the shadowfolk, living deep in the wildwoods beyond law and council, survivors and outcasts whose word meant more than any decree. Campfires flicker in the ruin-glades where they dwell, and old songs speak of the Nightfall and the price they paid for refusing to kneel. A witness from each faction was more than tradition; it was the only way the Rite could bind our world together. Without all three, any promise was

“That’s what friends are for.” A sad feeling twisted inside my chest. Was it, really? I’ve never had any friends, so I had no idea what it was like to have them. “So,” I breathed, trying to find the right words to phrase my question correctly without offending anyone. “Let’s say you get exiled for something incredibly bad, like murder…” “Yeah?” Celeste’s brows quirked. “Well, let’s say they end up marking someone, is that a bad thing?” Ariah frowned. “No, because that’s unheard of. Once you’re exiled, you get stripped from power. Without your power, you can’t access the spiritual realm. You can’t mark anyone, period.”

With Sophia settling into life at the compound and the FBI threat behind them, Jenna and Colt finally have a chance at the future they have been building toward. But the past is never truly past in the MC world. When a former member returns with devastating news about a threat the club thought was long dead, Jenna must confront the reality that leading the Devil's Reign MC means the fight is never truly over. Some battles are won. But the war for survival continues.

The symbol of a giant X so that the rogues who hunt the exiled for fun know they have free rein to do whatever they wish to the criminal. No pack will have him, leaving him banished to a life of solitude where his wolf will go crazy, not having the hope of a mate to help sooth it’s damaged soul. And that is if he were to live that long. There are rogue groups that make a sport of hunting the exiles and killing them in whatever creative way they can come up with. The thought makes me feel sick again as this time I heave hard enough to eject my stomach's contents onto the dusty earth. My fathers rubs circles on my back.

It was terrible being sick. However, to me, every painful episode was like another step closer to liberation. So, there wasn't much that I could complain about. At first, when Hal found out about it, he kept smiling brightly at me at every chance he had, yet his smiles never reached his eyes and looked even sadder than actual crying. One night, he suddenly woke me up in my sleep and told me that he was taking me away. We quietly escaped the hospital without raising the alarm and came to a quaint, quiet little town that was far away from the bustling city center, farther to the south.

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

Elena's POV The rogue behind me stepped into view, a cruel smirk plastered on his face. "Save your energy," he sneered. "You aren't fighting your way out of this. Once I drop you off at the Moonfall Pit, you'll be played with until you're dead. No one is coming for you." The Moonfall Pit. It was the darkest, most depraved underground den in the city. It was a hive for exiled rogues and illegal drugs. They made a business out of kidnapping low-tier wolves and turning them into playthings.

"The Grand Mint is in the center of the Iron-Spires. It's a fortress of Null-Generators and porcelain armor. We're Outcasts, Lyra. We can't wage a frontal assault on the Syndicate's capital." "We won't need an army," Lyra said, wrapping herself in a heavy, lead-lined cloak to hide her glowing form. She looked at Varick and Jace—the three original Steam-Lords. "Malakor built a counterfeit soul using pressure and vibration. We're going to go to his city and show him what happens when a real soul undergoes a catastrophic pressure release."

A place wolves whispered about but rarely discussed openly. There were no packs there, no protection, and no alliances either, just endless survival and consequences. “Therefore…” My voice echoed across the assembly grounds. “By authority of Blood Moon Territory and in agreement with the High Council…” “Lily Maxwell.” “Maeve Maxwell.” “Fred Woodson.” “And all identified members of the Black Veil Network…” I looked directly into Lily’s eyes. “You are hereby exiled to the Deadlands.” “And for Donald Maxwell, he’s hereby sentenced to death. This is so that Lily would leave with the pain of knowing that the only thing she valued in this life was gone while she rotted in the Deadlands.” I added f