Naruto Is Exiled Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Zara Walka is to become a lone wolf.” I gasped softly. Lone wolves were hunted and vulnerable; he was sentencing me to exile. “Ryker!” Luna Diana exclaimed, but I interrupted. “I accept your decision. I’ll leave this pack and go far away.” With tears spilling down my cheeks, I shook my head at Luna Diana, pleading silently: "Don’t tell him.”

An impulsive brat. What other spectacles are involved in this case? An exiled Alpha who wants nothing to do with this. A sigh gets dragged out from my lungs, and I tip my head back to look at the trees lining the courtyard, light of the setting sun reflecting off of new leaves. Even if this turns out to be a disease rather than a curse, this country is doomed. So are Dinah and I. I brush a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my forehead. How am I going to find a way to send her home in the midst of this place when everything’s so out of order?

Keiran’s POV The room stayed silent after Ronan spoke. Not ordinary silence. Not the silence that came when people were thinking or when pride held tongues hostage. This one was heavier. Final. Like something had been sealed in front of us and every person in the room understood there was no hand strong enough to break it. They were leaving. Ronan and Nyra were leaving for Edenwood that evening. They were going through the broken barrier into the Outlands.

This is nothing compared to caring for the concerns of Starfall. I tilt my head to the side, regarding him, before I quote: “’If you want to act like you don’t belong here, then I’ll make sure you don’t. You’re out, Layla. You are hereby exiled from this pack.’” Behind the mask, his eyes go wide. Several beats pass. His mouth opens. “’You are exiled,’” I say next. “’Effective immediately.’” He stands there looking stunned. “’If you’re still here at sunrise,’” I continue, “’you’ll be treated as a trespassing rogue.’”

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

Only for a while. Relief, pain, and gratitude... They all crossed his face so quickly that they almost became indistinguishable from one another. I drew a slow breath. There was one question... One that had quietly lingered in the back of my mind ever since I learned what had become of him. "Can I see him?" Everything stopped. Romina's tears froze. Lorenzo slowly looked up. Even Lucretius turned toward me. The courtyard, so lively only moments before, fell into complete silence. "I know..." My voice remained calm. "...he has been imprisoned." I looked toward Lorenzo. "And exiled from the Golden Eclipse Pack."

It's not vanity, I just don’t want to be in disguise anymore. I want them to see my face and realise exactly who I am. A Luna. The rightful Luna. The exiles are not a pack, so we don’t have a mindlink. This means Corbin, his deputies, and I have been running through every scenario on the ground with sticks and stones. What if the guards overpower us if the grain carts can not be moved. There are so many ways this can go wrong, and yet I’m clinging to an idea. A desperate hope.

With one last defiant glance, I turned and walked away, my heart shattering with each step. ** Days turned into a blur as I wandered, alone and bereft, through the vast wilderness. My feet dragged across the forest floor, each step taking me further away from the pack that had once been my home. The weight of my banishment bore down on me, and my heart, once vibrant and full of life, now felt hollow and numb. I survived on the leaves and herbs that I recognized from my knowledge of healing. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered on my tongue, and my stomach often growled in hunger, but I persisted. I had to stay strong, even if my spirit was shattered.

“I think he has a crush on you.” “Oh no!” I turned to face Nerius. “I just told you how messy my love life is, why would you make it worse?” “Esh reoop visur meyon.” “He said he can’t help it, you’re very charming.” The Fiery Lynx said. “I’m sorry what’s your name?” I questioned. “Szan.” “Great, Szan, can you tell him that I have a duty to this world and that I cannot stay in the Harpcola Wilds no matter how much I love it here?”

His personality shined too bright, his confidence to take care of the tribe too strong for me to shake. They loved him, just like my father. Many dragons came to congratulate and console him while I stood up from the pile of rotting food. I was now exiled, a piece of rubbish, old food to be stomped upon. My eyes wander to Amora, who hands off a screaming child. Picking up her dress, she runs to me, only to have another dragon lead her to her mate. “Creed,” she whispered softly, her voice tender as the sister I thought her to be. Her eyes soaked, not knowing what to do.