Novel & Cerita Exiles Jane Harper

Kane was trapped three hundred miles away, exiled and isolated, while I was left here as a ghost on the Harrison side, watching the final countdown bleed out. A soft, elegant hand rested on my shoulder, breaking me out of the spiral. I looked up to see Girlie Harlow standing beside me, her expression perfectly poised, though her eyes held a strange, unreadable intensity as she looked down at Caleb leading the Harrison drills. "It looks grim, doesn't it?" Girlie murmured, her voice steady and quiet. "Caleb is going to win," I choked out, a single, bitter tear escaping and running down my cheek. "He”s going to take the game, and your husband... he won. Kane is really gone, Girlie. He”s not com

-------------- I went to the exile list that night. Not the summary version I'd reviewed before. The full document, the one Papa had retrieved during the night of the archive session, with its columns of names and notations and records updates in different handwriting added over different years. I spread it on the east wing table and went through every name from Seraphine's known inner circle. Most were accounted for. Confirmed dead, location known, left the continent. Jade's grandmother was there. Cain's name wasn't on the list, which meant he'd been a later recruitment.

“He wasn’t killed in an attack.” Mom examined him from a distance. “No. Something drained his energy.” The parking structure cat appeared and stared at me. Coming. “Who’s coming?” The cat ran. A woman stepped out from behind one of the pillars. Dark hair. Torn jacket. Dried blood on her forehead. Gray eyes. Harper. And she had a gun in her hand. She pointed it at us. “Not one step.” My wolf lost his mind. Elian inhaled. I raised both hands.

“And my comfort is irrelevant. What matters is Henry. And the state of this pack.” “It’s a shit-hole,” another one, a wiry female with cold eyes, spat. “Henry’s running it into the ground. Valerius and his thugs bleed us dry. We’re ready for a change.” “Good,” Austin said. “Because change is what I’m offering.” He glanced at me. “This is Selena. She’s with me.” The three exiles looked at me, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright suspicion. I met their gazes without flinching, letting them see the coldness, the resolve Austin had forged in me.

“I still have those poison pies and I placed the bombs around the ritual circle. We can still-” “No!” Xenia recoiled, frustration twisting her features as she pulled away from Jane, clutching at her hair in despair. “Don’t you see, Jane? It’s all over. I’ve failed.” Jane observed as Xenia slumped onto the bed, the weight of defeat evident in her posture, yet beneath it all, Jane glimpsed a flicker of resilience. But when Xenia caught the look in Jane’s eyes, she turned away, unable to bear the sympathy. “I can’t do anything for you all anymore. I can’t save you.”

“I didn’t mean for any of this. I never wanted—” “We know,” the leader said gently. “But intention does not shield us from consequence.” The crowd scattered slowly, leaving Elise standing alone with the weight of her exile pressing into her bones. When they were finally alone, Elise crumpled. She fell to her knees, hands covering her face as sobs tore from a place too raw to hide. Every loss—Thea, her mother, Archview, her pack, her old life—came rushing back like a storm that had been waiting to strike.

Her knees were weak and she was breathing unevenly. “No Xander.” She whispered dropping the phone as soon as the call got cut. Harry’s eyes widened in realization and he instantly helped her on the sofa. “Sis don’t worry nothing will happen to him. Relax ok just relax.” He said rubbing her ice hands. Her eyes rolled back while her head spun badly. Please God don’t let anything happen My Xander. And everything blacked out. _______________________________________ Next will up soon. Shower me with comments and share your reviews. Till the next Adios.

"The scars of the past are what forge a true ruler." My mother, the Luna Queen, came over and gently stroked my hair. "My little princess. Welcome home." Home. The word warmed my heart. "By the way," Damien walked in, holding a letter. "There's news about someone you might want to hear." "What news?" "Riven and Jenna," he sneered. "They've been exiled in the Forbidden Lands of Eternal Winter for three months now." "And?" "Riven was stripped of his Alpha power. They say he can't even shift anymore," Damien continued, a cruel twist to his lips. "As for Jenna... she lost the pup. The blood magic she helped weave claimed its price."

“God, I’m dying.” In the underground library, surrounded by piles of books on the cold floor, I’m sitting leaning against a bookshelf. It’s been three days since we found that notebook. Two days since Lady Starcovesky’s daughter-in-law was swiftly executed by one of Lukas’ people. One day since I’ve slept for longer than an hour.

Now, Noel is currently lying inside the same grave which marked as 'Janine Augustine'. Janine now truly looks scary with her burned skin smelling awful. The once graceful Janine died in that fire, and this crazy lunatic is born who has only one thing at mind. Killing Xavier. After everyone left Xavier's home, and when Janine knows that Xavier and Serra will be alone, she meddled with the electricity and Xavier's home became dark at once.