Kotlc Exile Novels & Stories

I stood tall, my pulse steady beneath the weight of a hundred eyes. “All in favor of Lucien Draven, Alpha of the Obsidian Pack, being exiled, alongside his Luna, two Betas, and their females, for willful insubordination and deliberate defiance of council decree in the matter of Kyle Ardent’s execution,” Elder Morthen spoke, his voice low and final, like a gavel striking stone. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. “Aye,” one Alpha said.

"I want her exiled." The room erupted again, louder this time. Exile was serious—it meant being cast out from the pack, severing all bonds, becoming a rogue. It was one step below execution. "No!" Brittany shrieked. "You can't—Alpha Jace, please! I made a mistake, I didn't mean—"

The word "Exile" stabbed straight into my heart like twin blades. In the Sacred Wolf Pack, exile wasn't just death. A wolf cast out of the pack would be stripped naked, smeared with blood meant to lure beasts, and driven into the wild. They would be hunted through endless terror and pain, torn apart bit by bit by lesser monsters. Their souls would never find rest, and they would never be reborn. "No! Ronan, you can't do this to me!"

Eventually, though, the pain ebbed, and I was left with a raw, dull ache. I looked up at Jax, expressionless. He’d just broken our bond, the most sacred bond in our world, and he was going to issue his punishment now. But I didn’t care. Death or exile were both the same at this point. No punishment could even come close to the pain Jax had just caused me. “Selene Stone, you are hereby exiled from the Cresent Moon Pack,” Jax said in an expressionless voice as the crowd cheered. So...exile it was. I was now officially a rogue. Was that better than death or worse? I couldn’t tell. Everything felt surreal.

The sudden jerk choked me, a fresh wave of pain silencing my words. "You know why," he replied, his voice low and final. He turned his back to me, addressing the pack. "From this day forward and for eternity, Selene Vance has been exiled from this pack. She is now considered a rogue. If she is found packless, or even near our border lines, you are allowed to kill her on sight." Ouch.

I don't care about Imore because she's the reason why I was tortured in front of packs because of a crime I didn't commit. " If you're thinking about your friends and the others out there, don't worry, Master Killan prepared a different tasks for them." It's the first time I saw his Beta making a sneer in front of me as we headed to a place he called the Lycan King's office.

Damien POV: The air crackled with anticipation as I, Damien, the future Alpha of our wolf pack, stood tall and proud before my fellow pack members. The weight of my impending leadership rested heavily on my shoulders, but my gaze was fixed and unwavering. Years had passed since we expelled Amia, a treacherous wolf who dared to defy our ways and embrace the dark arts of magic. Today, I intended to ensure that her name would forever be struck from our memories.

Without saying anything, Kylie herself just nodded her head there in a slow motion. “I really miss you, Kylie. I know that my father made a big mistake, and he has earned his karma too. Father and mother decided to do exile in the eastern upper reaches. It's just me and Izzy living in the Blake Light Pack. Izzy has finally found her mate, and soon they will be married. After Izzy gets married, it will only be me there. Don't you want to come back, Kylie? As my mate, my luna... don't you miss me?” Arther looked at Kylie with a look in his eyes that looked really hopeful it was there. Meanwhile, Kylie was trying not to look directly at Arther right there right now.

"This beta woman is banned from entering any territory workplace belonging to our banner forever!" What? My head snaps up in total horror, my eyes locking onto David's dark, merciless expression as the wagon door opens. Her blacklisted status means zero packs in the entire Condex region will ever risk hiring her claws again. She is completely exiled from the entire trading industry. My legs give out completely, and my body hits the wet, muddy gravel with a dull thud. I look completely wretched, my fine silk clothes soaked in the muck. "Master Duskbane! Grant my tongue a single explanation! Your council cannot execute an exile without reviewing the operational metrics!"

Xanthe was focused on her scrolls, her aura oppressive, while Sloane stood before her, her pride in tatters. "Alpha Lopez..." "Shouldn't you be clearing your scent from my halls?" Xanthe asked without looking up. "I... I don't want to leave the pack. I know I was a fool. I shouldn't have tried to challenge your lead. My career is my life; I can't let it end like this," Sloane sobbed, her arrogance finally breaking. "You announced your exile to the entire world on that stage. To crawl back now... do you have no shame left?"