Exiles Jane Harper Novels & Stories

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood. As I stepped outside, I took one last look at the burning village. The Blood Moon Pack was no more. “Gather the survivors,” I ordered. “Take them back to the base. The rest of you, clean up.” My men moved swiftly, rounding up those who were still alive and putting down any who resisted. I watched it all with a detached sense of satisfaction. This was just the beginning. Liana Harper. A name tied to a past she couldn’t escape. And soon, she would learn that no matter where she ran, no matter how far she tried to hide, Kade would always find her.

The shadow of betrayal was tangible. And then, the shaft groaned violently. A chunk of the ceiling gave way. Debris split the corridor. Lila, Cade, and Adrian were separated instantly. She hit the ground hard, smoke choking her lungs. The last thing she saw was Adrian, silhouette framed by firelight, extending a hand that she couldn’t reach. And then, from the darkness, a flicker of red eyes appeared—Harper, stronger, smiling, whispering: You can’t escape. You never could.

Sinking into a chair I felt like my entire life was a big cluster fuck. “From what we have gathered, Isabella stole a large sum of money from Daniel and kidnapped you from his mate. She used up the funds to weasel her way into another state and wed Jax to hide her identity and has been doing it for several decades. Jaxon Pinkerton is lucky to still be alive given her track record,” Elizabeth explained. Shaking my head I told them that she was already with a new male, Barron Phillips who had tried to murder Jax. I also informed them about Earl Phillips being a Lycan killer.

But the ache in my chest echoed the shattered dreams of reconciliation and unity that had once fueled my every step. As I made my way through the packlands, I caught a glimpse of Jane and Caleb huddled together, whispering conspiratorially. A surge of anger coursed through me, fueling my determination. I needed to hear their words, to gather the evidence that would expose their wickedness. With stealth and determination, I closed the distance, hiding behind a cluster of trees as I strained to catch their conversation. The wind carried fragments of their words to my ears, confirming my suspicions. "Caleb, we need to make sure Nemesis stays away from Xavier," Jane hissed. "She's a threat to ou

“That is not going to be simple. That man is seen as a hero at the moment, and you are seen as a traitor. You are pregnant with a lycan’s child, and you went to stay under the protection of witches.” “I honestly don’t know what to do...” We pause and look towards the door. “He’s here,” Jane says, her eyes wide. “Go!” “No. I’m not leaving you.” “Fine. Jump first.” “No, you jump first.” Jane jumps out the window. I follow her, and we grab the attention of people who take out their phones to film us. We get in a cab as quickly as we can. We see his car following ours at a high speed.

With that, Carina turned and left the room, her heart heavy but her resolve firm. As Carina walked away from the prison, she was met with a sense of finality. The visits were over, and the legal battles were still unfolding. The court case was approaching, and Carina made up her mind that she wasn't going to be making appearances,They were not that important any more. Her phone buzzed it was a message from Martins,He sent her photos,He had boarded their plane tickets to Jeju island. “ Let them face the court while I cool off in Jeju island”

Anya told Red everything that had happened. Red went and talked to Tarloh. He told her to go check on Jane, and he would take care of everything else. ------------ ------------------------ Back in Red's chamber . . . ------------ ------------------------ Red walked back into her room. She wondered how Jane even knew about it. She wasn't particularly mad, just confused. She found the younger woman sitting on the floor, staring at the bookshelf. Jane was covered in the green blood of the Hellspawn. Red had wanted to thank her . . . to praise Jane for what she had done, but she could tell Jane wasn't in the mood for praise. So Red just sat down next to her and didn't say a word when Jane rested

Chocolate curls, immaculately styled, tumbled down like waterfall. “Anyway, I know you must all be so tired, so I guess we’ll get down to business,” keeping her smile broad. “The reason those exiles got away tonight is because they had help.” Her smile remained wide and engaging, her eyes dead. Amber with a flat gold sheen. Her head tilted just to the side, her nose catching unfortunate shadows in the candlelight. “Someone here betrayed me. Someone needs to confess their uselessness.”

Kendrick rubbed his temple, feeling tired. There were too many things happening recently. Every single issue was difficult to deal with. It exhausted him. "As for the reason Linda got out, expose the women prison's warden. Let her bear the consequences of her actions." A trace of viciousness flashed through his eyes. His gaze was chilling. "Alright." Damien nodded and got to work. After two days of investigation, Kendrick was able to confirm that the woman was Linda. "Linda is too bold. She just escaped from prison but she didn't even change her appearance. She's just walking around in broad daylight. Is she that fearless?" Damien laughed as he threw her photos on the desk.

Tonight, Pierce would fall, and Daniel would be free to walk back into the sunlight. I stepped into the café. It was nearly empty, smelling of stale coffee and burnt toast. A woman sat in a corner booth, a laptop open in front of her. She was older, with sharp, intelligent eyes and a silver streak in her dark hair that made her look like she had seen everything and feared nothing. This was Sarah Vance, the woman who had brought down governors and dismantled cartels. "Jane Riley?" she asked, her voice like sandpaper on silk. She didn't offer a handshake. She just gestured to the seat across from her.