Exiles Jane Harper Novels & Stories

Today, I—Anika Rhodes—am exiled. Every eye in the room is fixed on me. Usually, I’d shrink under such scrutiny, but not today. Today, I don’t care. Because exile isn’t a punishment. It’s freedom. It’s a life above ground, away from the dread of the Underworld. Away from the chains, the rituals, the watching shadows. It’s a chance, however slim, to be something more than a curse.

Laura clung to his leg, bawling, snot and tears all over her face. "Shawn, I only ever did this for your sake! You can't do this to me. I came from nothing. I worked for decades to get here. If you do this, my whole life is ruined!" Shawn pried her hands away. "When Fred begged you to spare him, did you? When I jumped from the second floor of that rehab center and begged to be let go, did you let me go?"

It was early in the evening, and the sky had turned to dusk, with only a handful of gardeners attending to their watering in the silent courtyard, causing the air to be thick with the scent of watered earth and lingering dust. Xavier, standing outside the ornate black gate of the Ziegler residence, beckoned over a gardener to question him about the Ziegler family's circumstances. Jonah Garner, the gardener, recognized Xavier. He looked furtively around before murmuring, "I'm not allowed to speak of this, but since you and Ms. Harper were once married, I'll let you in on it. Ms. Harper is in a very critical condition in Bristlewick. It's to the point where she might not even pull through!

“But you will still be punished. Jaime, you are exiled from the Black Wolf Pack. You are to leave immediately just the way you are, you and your family and any day we set our eyes on you, you shall die. The same thing applies to you, Joe. Guards, escort them out.” The first two guards walked up to Jaime and shoved him roughly. “Get up punk! You’ve terrorized us far too long. Good thing you got disgraced by a little kid.” Jaime stood up smiling and followed them. His eyes met with Xavier’s as they escorted him out and Xavier wondered if it was not better to just kill him on the spot. “You are making a mistake,” Jimin whispered in Xavier’s ears. “The people you spared today would be your enemi

"Besides... I have an appointment with my mother-in-law." He opened the door. "Liam! Is the helicopter ready?" "Yes, sir," Liam’s voice crackled over the earpiece. "Roof extraction in two minutes." Sebastian looked at Harper. "Do you trust me?" Harper looked at the burning building across the street. Then at the man who would burn the world for her. She took a deep breath. "Let's go finish this." (End of Chapter 61)

Jane ran the city like a silver streak, muscles lit with fire, wind tearing the sound from her throat as she chased the shadow that called itself Sabaoth. Below, Sydney burned and held—sirens, broken glass, the iron chorus of distant guns. Above, two bodies leapt roof to roof: light hunting ash. Behind, Jake’s rifle clicked empty. “What the hell is she doing!?” he shouted, watching Jane vault the embattlement and vanish into the dark.

Jane went to the adjacent room, where she incapacitated the two guards escorting Helena and rummaged through their belongings. She found official documents and a passage permit for Helena's exile. As expected, George had shown mercy. Though officially labeled as exile, it was in reality a chance for Helena to start anew with a different identity. 'What about Wendy? Did Wendy get the opportunity to start over?' Jane tore the permit into shreds. Her gaze turned sharp and filled with murderous intent as the pieces scattered in the air.

I ask, approaching him. "Yes, I did," Axel replies. "Jane helped." "Oh, that's good," I responded, relieved. "How's Harper? Is she awake now?" Axel asks, hope evident in his eyes. I lower my gaze, feeling a painful tug in my chest, my jaw clenched. "She could remember everyone except me," I say slowly, hitting my other hand with my fist. The look on Axel's face is almost comical—his eyebrows raised, eyes bulging out, mouth agape as if he's just heard the most astonishing thing.

A woman asked and I swallowed hard, my limbs trembling. "M-my name is R-Rylee Shaw" I stammered, the tears now crawling down my cheeks. "What is the name of your pack?" the first man who'd spoken to me said. "Red River pack" I stammered. "You were exiled, weren't you?" Another person asked and I swallowed hard. All I could think of was the fact that they could kill me. I parted my lips to speak, but was interrupted by loud footsteps heading towards us. Everyone turned to look at the newcomer. I couldn't look. I didn't have the courage to. My gaze remained fixed on the ground.

They were our jailers, a cult pretending to love us whilst making us fight for the wrong side. Harper’s eyes open, all the colour drained from them. Her milky white eyes scan the room and although I was prepared for it, it’s still harrowing to see her this way. “Knox, I need you,” she whispers, and the entire room holds our breath as we wait for some kind of sign. I’m not sure how much time passes, but it feels like forever, before Harper’s shoulders sag and she blinks the colour back into her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she breathes.