Kotlc Exile Novels & Stories

“You can't exile her since she hasn't committed the crime of murder.” ”Well, I can since I'm the alpha of this pack.” Kodiak stated with authority and conviction. “Don't tell me that you thought I would give her a prison sentence so that you would sneak her out to another pack to hide?” Conan's reaction to his words made Kodiak feel his gut feeling had been right all along. He had found his pack elder's unfazed attitude earlier suspicious which meant that the old man surely had a trick up his sleeves. He knew that if he did not brand Giselle with the exile mark on her arm now, he would surely find a way to help his daughter escape her punishment.

“I, Declan Shaw, accept Luka Shaw's rejection.” Thank God. I wouldn’t have this diabolical bastard as a mate. I was ready to leave, and I had permission to. It was hard to do it alone without my wolf, who was still gone. I hoped that maybe one day I would find a pack that would accept me, and maybe she’d feel safe to wake. Alpha Declan spoke again. I couldn’t imagine what more he could say. “Luka Shaw, I hereby pronounce you exiled,” Declan pronounced. You are consigned to the life of a rogue, forced to roam in isolation. No pack will accept a rogue, which you know. You have made the wrong choice.”

“You stand guilty of treason, of murder, of attempting to destroy this pack from within. The penalty is death.” Marcus shifted back. Lay there bleeding on the dirt. “Do it then. Kill me.” “No.” Everyone stirred. Confused. “I won’t kill you,” Kade continued. “But you are exiled. You will leave Seattle tonight and you will never come back. If you ever set foot in this territory again, if you ever contact anyone from this pack, if you ever speak our name, then I will hunt you down and finish what I started today. Do you understand?” Marcus stared at him. “You are letting me live?”

"Exile her to neutral territory. Let her survive on her own without pack or protection. That is a harsher sentence than quick death." Luna's expression flickered with fear for the first time. Being alone, truly alone, was every wolf's nightmare. "You are all weak," she spat. "This is why the Council will destroy you. You cannot make the hard choices." "No," I said slowly, sheathing my blade. "We are choosing not to become what we are fighting against. Luna Corvell, I hereby exile you from Nightshade Pack. You have until sunset to leave our territory. If you return, execution will be immediate."

Garrick met Elara’s eyes for one long moment. She held his gaze, unflinching. “I hope you’re wrong about me,” she said softly. He nodded, once, then turned. The exiles filed out through the main gate, silent, heads bowed. No howls of farewell. No backward glances. Just the crunch of boots on gravel fading into the forest. When the gate clanged shut, the courtyard felt emptier, colder. Kael turned to the remaining pack. “Tonight we prepare,” he said. “Tomorrow we end it.”

I can feel Keith's support as he follows me, the presence of his strength. Two days. That’s all it’s been. Just two days since Camille stood in front of the council chamber with his chin high and his voice sharp, declaring Lilith exiled from the royal city. Banished. Sent back to the Nightshade pack like a dog chased back to her kennel. I can still hear the hush that followed his words, the disbelief. And then, the second blow—an edict against the Nightshade pack as a whole. Total exile. No aid. No alliances. No voice.

“Then at least her blood won’t stain our hands.” The elders murmured in agreement, their discomfort soothed by the illusion of compromise. Kion, however, leaned forward, not satisfied. “You’re being naive,” he said, his tone slicing through the quiet. “Exile is weakness. Every leader from the High Council to the Lycan Alpha himself knows what happens when betrayal is left half-punished. It festers.” Becky turned toward him, her voice steady. “Then perhaps you should invoke the High Council clause yourself, Kion. You seem so eager for blood.”

A thought occurs to me as I look at the people around us. “Hey, Lukas.” “Hmm?” “Why isn’t anyone from the expedition team here?” For a long moment, he says nothing. I turn to look at him, and find his hand stopped in its tracks to the wine bottle. He looks at me with wide emerald eyes. “You really don’t know?” He gapes at me My brows furrow “Know what?” Strangely enough, his expression evens out and Lukas pours red wine in his glass calmly. “In this ballroom, only the 300 lycans of the most noble bloodlines in Greten have been invited.” He says

they still considered Azriel as their alpha even though it had been a long time since he was exiled from Lysidamus. “Still hopeless, Nay. He’s still in love with his first love. I can’t compare.” My voice remained monotonous. I squinted into the distance as I recalled what I had seen earlier. “That’s how it is, fighting against first love is hard, but I know that one day the alpha will love you too. It’s just that we both know many won’t approve, especially the council from various kingdoms.” I let out a deep sigh. “I’m ready to fight for him against everyone if only he would love me,” I spoke determinedly. I would do that if he just told me he loved me. But until now, he remained distant fr

They confessed in an hour. “We wanted to be ready,” one of them said. “If this fails, we didn’t want to be caught soft.” Luna looked at them. “You made sure it would fail.” The wolf didn’t answer. The council voted. Exile. They were escorted to the border and left there with supplies for one week. No one followed them. No one tried to stop it. --- Day 193, the midterm report went to the council. Luna read it before it was sent.