Kotlc Exile Novels & Stories

Diane replied, but she knew how silly that excuse sounded. “Hmm … in my opinion, it is better not to take any chances. Men are dogs, and I should know, because I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak and betrayal from them over the years. I wouldn't trust any man, no matter how good he seems to be.” Nicole told Diane, joy bubbling within her. Let Diane also feel the pain of knowing that the man she loved had an interest in another woman.

It’s been a two weeks since the news of Alpha Landon’s supposed death broke. Two weeks have passed since the rogue attack and Matthias still lays unconscious in the healer’s office. And I am no closer to getting the committee to recognize me as anything other than an exile. Word has spread of the Exile Alpha, who has now taken over two packs. I’m officially branded a tyrant and naturally there is outrage as packs that were once our allies pull their treaties, leaving us vulnerable.

I lied. “I’m not stupid, Amanda. You pretend to love me and be happy, but I can see your eyes darting around. You're looking for an exit through which you can escape. Let me make this clear to you. You can try to escape, but that is going to be damned near impossible because of how protected this property is, not to talk of the fact that it’s so far from civilization that you’ll get lost and die of starvation and thirst long before you can leave these woods.

Willa rolled her eyes, dramatically throwing her hands in the air. Laughing, I cried too. I did it. I took the darkness and used it to brighten the room and burn the shit out of Mortus. I wasn’t sure how I did it… but I did. “My fawn.” Creed turned to me. “I’ll make sure King Orion doesn’t force you. If you want to leave, we will leave.” Creed growled, glaring at Orion. “But… I think you would benefit from it, if you are willing.” Sighing heavily, turning to the small crowd in front of me, they awaited my answer.

“You can’t do this—sorry, what? Did you say exile?” Evren also looks taken aback by this. “Evren, Luca, Reed, and Jace Aldair,” Alpha Yoseff thunders. “As the Alpha of the Stormblood pack, I am imposing upon you the punishment of exile. You will never set foot on this island again. If you do, you will expect no mercy from any of us. All your properties here will be sold, and with Emery Aldair dead and no heirs left, the Crystal Ridge pack will be dismantled. From this moment on, you are lone wolves. You may build a new pack if you wish, but it cannot be on Kaelara. You are also forbidden from reaching out to any werewolf on this island unless they leave this place and approach you first.”

“If it's that simple, why isn't Zack attending himself?” Theo became unusually quiet. For several seconds, only the gentle hum of the elevator filled the silence. Finally, he spoke. “Five years ago, Mr. Zack attempted to take control of Walton Lux.” I looked up at him. “What happened then?” Theo's expression remained perfectly professional. “I'm afraid that isn't my story to tell. But after that party incident..." He added quietly. “Mr. Velen Walton prohibited Mr. Zack from entering Walton Lux headquarters.” A sharp gasp escaped me.

I nearly died on the deserted island countless times during my five-year exile there, whether due to the extreme environment, the countless wild beasts, or Derrick's treachery. She would contact me every three months. And when I finally got a call from her, all I heard on her end of the line was just Derrick's heavy panting and breathing. "You're so soft and malleable, Chels…" The call would only last for a few minutes, and yet, she still made sure to disgust me every time. My eyes turned hot with tears as I looked straight into her eyes. "You said that you loved me, Chelsea? But you killed my parents, destroyed me, and destroyed everything else between us… What right do you even have to use

I splashed the gasoline into every corner of the room, dousing everything, even that massive mechanical eyeball. "Shall we work together for the last time?" I pulled out the lighter. No. 99's body was already half see-through, but he still bent down, grabbed the axe from the floor, and gave me a firm nod. "Then let's go to hell together." With a click, flames roared to life. But this time, the fire wasn't red. Because what was burning wasn't wood or furniture, but lines of code and fake models and textures. The flames were a strange, ghostly blue.

And for the first time, the idea didn't feel completely insane. It felt necessary. *** That evening, they stood across the street from Aelion Industries. The building was quieter than it had been during the day. Most of the employees had already left. Naomi adjusted the Ox-Co equipment around her face and looked at the entrance. Emma stood beside her. "I'd like to officially record that I hate this plan." "You've said that three times," Leonard murmured. "I want it documented." Sofia checked her watch. "Two minutes." Naomi looked at her.

"We'll plant. Just make the noise stop. Please." ​Kael realized that for the Exiles, the Chorus wasn't a gift; it was a sensory overload. They had lived for a century in the absolute, frozen quiet of space, communicating only through cold, digital pulses. The warmth of human emotion—the messy, vibrant, interconnected web of the Anchorage—was a storm they didn't know how to navigate.