Exiles Jane Harper Novels & Stories

She also looked drained and somehow, less godly. Even though I was acting like I didn't care, I did and what ticked me off was the fact that she probably knew it too. I had no idea what had been going on with Harper and the pack since I had left. I had been gone three months and no news. I had pretty lost contact with Seb too, because it felt weird to stay in touch with him. I knew if I was going to detox, I needed to flush everything out of my system, and that unfortunately included him. I had no idea if they had even figured out who murdered Elijah, a pack member who was killed and crucified while shifting back into his human form. His features were frozen mid-shift and was one of the most

“He’s alive. Zane has him. I’m going after them.” “You can’t...” “I’m not asking permission.” She ended the call. The docks burned behind her as she strode toward her car. The fire painted her reflection on the window, a woman stripped to something feral, something unrecognizable even to herself. When she started the engine, the tires screamed against the asphalt. She didn’t look back. Across the bay, in a half-lit warehouse that smelled of gunpowder and salt, Jaxon Morreau bled quietly against his restraints.

Harper lets out a shuddery breath, “I didn’t see him again till December when the Winter Solstice happened. By the time I saw him again he was… like a shell of himself. He was much more reserved and seemed almost brainwashed by her. That’s when my hate for her really began. I called her out on her shit and… she didn’t like that. She made it a point to get rid of me.” Her throat bobs and her eyes begin to shine with unshed tears and she continues, “She destroyed our pack as much as she could without fully breaking it. She did this just to show that she could. Hendrix eventually came to his senses, but… it was too late. She disappeared, I watched as he almost died, and someone dragged me away.

"But occasionally, I question whether we'll ever achieve peace." Squeezing her hand, Xander spoke steadily. "Yes, Isabella, we will. We will, but I'm not sure how or when. We must. Elena stormed into the kitchen the next morning, carrying her laptop. She exclaimed, "I have something!" with obvious excitement. She displayed a map on the screen and the family gathered around. "Harper has been transporting supplies to a secluded mountain compound. It's his final stronghold, but it's also closely guarded. He won't have anywhere to flee if we remove it.

“I call for the sentence to be carried out at dawn.” The hall went silent again. Dawn. That was hours away. Hazel closed her eyes for a second. Exiled. Out there, with no pack, no protection, no mate bond to keep her safe from rogues. She wouldn’t last a week. And Ella knew it. Alaric’s voice was like ice when he spoke. “If you exile her, you exile me.” Ella’s smile returned, sharp and satisfied. “Then choose, Alaric. The pack… or the omega.”

It doesn’t look like it when the door is closed because it’s incredibly transparent; but when it is being opened, you can clearly see that it’s a door or some sort of shield. Selena exits the hole and Jack closes it again. When they both leave, I am left alone in this squared room that is dug within the earth. The silence is causing my mind to overthink, and it feels like I’m going crazy. Soon, I hear a tap coming from above. I look in the direction and I see Jack. He does not say anything, but only stares at me. “I know you want to escape and go to be with your people. But you have nothing to fear, your people are safe and the General wants nothing to do with them.” I hear Jack’s voice with

“Please. I am your daughter. You know me. You know I am innocent. Please, Father.” His eyes flickered. A crack. Lysandra’s nails dug in deeper. He flinched. And his signature dragged across the page. The sound of quill on parchment echoed like a death toll. “No,” I screamed. “Father, please, please wake up!” The portal roared louder, swirling with furious light. Wind tore fabric from the walls. Sparks exploded across the chamber. Nobles screamed and ducked like startled pigeons. The mage raised his hands. “It is time,” he announced. “Her exile begins.”

"I’m challenging my sister. The girl who used to share her candy with me. The girl who cried when I got married. Is she still in there? Or are you just a hollow shell made of tin?" Jane’s grip on her staff tightened. She jumped from the ship, landing on the dock with a heavy metallic thud. The concrete cracked beneath her silver boots. She walked toward me, the crowd parting like water. "Hazel, stop," Miller whispered from the motorcycle. He was reaching for his gun, but his hands were shaking. "She'll kill you before you get ten feet." "Let her try," I muttered. Jane stopped three feet away. Her face was a mask of cold, beautiful silver. "There is no Jane anymore, Hazel. There is only the H

A flicker in her eyes. Not regret or promise. Because she wasn’t done. She was just… paused. And as the police car doors closed, the sun broke through the clouds. And somewhere, in a hospital room, Daniel Harper exhaled in victory and relief. Because the woman who had tried to kill him was finally behind bars. would she ever find a way back?

Eventually, though, the pain ebbed, and I was left with a raw, dull ache. I looked up at Jax, expressionless. He’d just broken our bond, the most sacred bond in our world, and he was going to issue his punishment now. But I didn’t care. Death or exile were both the same at this point. No punishment could even come close to the pain Jax had just caused me. “Selene Stone, you are hereby exiled from the Cresent Moon Pack,” Jax said in an expressionless voice as the crowd cheered. So...exile it was. I was now officially a rogue. Was that better than death or worse? I couldn’t tell. Everything felt surreal.