Exiles Jane Harper Novels & Stories

“Well, mostly. She only tried to convince a stranger to let her officiate their wedding once.” “She also offered to arm wrestle me for my truck keys,” Eli added. Harper plopped onto the tailgate, stretching her arms dramatically. “I’m a people’s champion. My legacy will be wild and glittery.” Jaxon handed her a water bottle. “Drink. Slowly.” She took a small sip, then wrinkled her nose. “This is boring water.” “Good. You need boring right now.” For a moment, the background noise of the party faded. The fire crackled. Someone screamed

Another murmured back, “If we banish her, the hybrids will rise.” It was fear, not reason, making their hands shake. The kind that spreads faster than any poison. Ivy looked straight at them, not flinching. “If exile saves you, then I’ll go. But when Kyle burns this valley, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” That shut them up for a heartbeat, guilt flashing over more than one face, but fear always wins. Gemma’s hand rose. Rowan’s. Asher’s. Then silence. “Exile passes,” Marrow declared.

I didn't need to. Jane closed her eyes. "Okay. But just for a few weeks." "Thank you." As I left Jared's apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. Martinez was dead, but whoever hired him was still out there. And they weren't done with Jane yet.

Martha shouted, her voice full of alarm. ​I turned toward the entrance of the Cathedral. The shadows at the mouth of the tunnel shifted, and a man stepped out. ​It was Alaric. ​He was alone. He was covered in soot and his shirt was torn, but he wasn't in his Beast form. He looked human, but his eyes were a burning, desperate amber. He stopped at the edge of the moonlight, his gaze immediately locking onto me. ​The Exiles moved as one, a circle of silver and steel. Dozens of knives were pointed at his heart. Martha stood at the front, her eyes glowing with a vengeful fire.

he snarled. My face remained neutral, not caring about the tribe any longer. I was tired of being beaten down. He had his claws in every one of his people to listen to every hanging word. He was just riding out on his father’s good name. Adam’s fleeting figure had me turn to the blood in the snow. The snow was quickly covering the blood and my breath sighed in relief. Now I had to go find my Odessa, and pray she was alright. &&& Like the story? Find more and check out face.book group Author Veronica Fox

It felt as though the storm from that night was still raging within her as she sat in the chair facing the garden—the last place she saw after hearing the sound of gunshots from Rylie’s hand. She hadn’t expected these memories, especially after all that had happened during her year on Lena Islands. She couldn’t remember being visited by them while she was there. The nightmare she tried to discard after the events that took place welcomed her once more, as she realized that she had only been running away. She had been on that private plane, watching the clouds fade as night fell. "But she’s dead," Exelle murmured, her eyes opening. She remembered what Dark had said: that Rylie was dead.

Must you really humiliate and insult me from the depths of my bones, from every drop of my blood? 'Yes, I'm no longer clean since I entered a place like that. I'm an ex-convict now. But I still want to keep a tiny part of me "pristine"! All I have left is the little love I had for you back then! That is all I have left that isn't sullied!' Jane closed her eyes, hiding away the rage and pain in her gaze! 'Anyone will do. After all, I'm a wh*re. Anyone will do… In fact, everyone will do too. After all, I don't have anything else to lose. Anyone will do, anyone will do… Anyone… except him…'

“I care that she never gets the chance to hurt anyone again.” “She won’t,” Drake assures me. “She’s done. Stripped of rank. Bound. Exiled once sentencing is complete.” That eases something in my chest—but not all of it. Jane stirs, and I immediately refocus on her, brushing her hair back as her eyes flutter open. “Hey,” I murmur. She looks at Drake, then back at me. “I feel… sore. And tired.” “That’s normal,” Drake says gently. “You’re safe here, Jane.”

Harper stood in her kitchen in the early morning light. "Then come back," she said. "Not permanently if you do not want permanently. But come to the city. Let me introduce you to my life. Let us figure out the visibility together instead of alone." Silence on his end. Long enough that she thought she had pushed too far. Then: "Your young man. Joel." She blinked. "What about him?" "Carr told me about him," he said. "He said he is good." "He is," she said.

It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted. Sophia came in with mail. She dropped it on the table and sat hard. “There’s a note,” she said. “In the box. From someone who knows the old name.” Elara’s hands froze over the grinder. “Did they open it?” “No.” Sophia’s eyes were quick. “I did not. I want you to decide.” Elara took a breath, held it, let it out slow. She thought of the life she had left. The divorce that never said the child existed. The talk in boardrooms that would never learn about a small beating heart. She wanted the world clean, small, and private.