Naruto Is Exiled Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He leaned against the doorframe, his face full of mockery. Sarah bit her lip, looking so delicate and pitiable. "Vivian, please don't be angry. The Alpha is only taking me because he feels sorry that a single Omega like me has never experienced the thrill of hunting." "If you're uncomfortable with me being alone with your Alpha, don't force yourself. I can go experience it by myself." "Really, Vivian, stop packing." Sarah tried to grab the suitcase from me, but it crashed to the floor. My hands trembled as I held his clothes, looking at the teary-eyed woman before me. Only then did I truly believe I had been reborn, back to the day Sarah went to the forest alone.

He continued to sabotage me in front of everyone. " Please, I didn't do anything wrong! I haven't even met her!", I keep fighting for my Luna rights but he insisted and even said those hurtful words which was intolerable. " We just bethrothed since childhood but that doesn't mean I will going to chose you as my Luna. I will never accept you as my mate and you're nothing but a vile that needs to be removed from my throat!", He yelled and humiliated me. That's when his soldiers captured me on the night of our engagement and ordered to torture me in the middle of a heavy cold rain in front of everyone.

This wasn't just banishment—it was a death sentence disguised as mercy. The Chasm was a frozen wasteland where exiled wolves went to die slowly. The perpetual mists there didn't just weaken wolf powers—they ate away at sanity, leaving most exiles mad within months. Ivy, classified as an accomplice despite her active participation, was sent to Greystone Barrens for five years. A slightly less harsh environment, but still brutal enough to break most wolves. Both had their powers completely stripped by the Alliance's most skilled shamans. They were now no stronger than ordinary humans, but with all the enemies they'd made as wolves.

"From this day onward, the Moonstone Wolf pack will now be known as the Lone Star Wolf pack once more, and our ties with Silas have ended for good!" When I left, I could hear whispers behind me about what just happened. "Freya really is exiling him from the pack..." "He used to be such a powerful Alpha. What will happen to him if he joins another pack? Will he turn around and attack us?" "But Freya has made her stand quite clear…" Greta could be heard sobbing as she said, "What should we do now, Silas?" As everyone continued talking about it, I turned to leave. I wanted to see what a Rogue exiled from the pack would do with a stupid and weak she-wolf by his side. Would he be able to rise aga

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

I pulled the sheets between my legs and stared at the table nearby. A sound chimed. My friends had become hard to bear. Most of them had already found their mates. Every meeting turned into stories and laughter and too many details. Sandra loved sex. Velvet shined in battle. Armani wanted a child. Their voices filled the room. The look on my face said enough. I had no patience for it. They did not know. None of them knew a Luna already existed. None of them knew she had been exiled five years ago. I closed my eyes. A dull pain stirred in my chest. I could have made a different choice. I could have locked her away. But the pack had wanted her dead. That was why I sent her away.

He said to Ansel, “Your reckless decisions have cost the lives of more than thirty warriors. For the sake of the pack’s future, I have no choice but to exile you. From today, you are no longer a member of the Blood Pack.” He had been officially cast out and would soon become a true Rogue, sent to the most remote swamps in the south, left to fend for himself. “Andrew, Father, let’s go,” I said, my voice calm. Inside the car, Kian and Elara had grown restless, squirming in their car seats. I took out toys to distract them, and soon their attention was fully captured—they giggled and played happily. I glanced at Andrew beside me, focused on driving, his profile strong and reliable. Then I looke

She lifts her chin like she is untouchable. One of the elders steps forward. “For drugging Luna Maya and collaborating with rogues, you are sentenced to permanent exile. The pack barrier will mark you as an enemy on sight. If you return, you will be executed.” “No—no! You can’t do this!” she screams, her voice cracking. She turns desperately toward the council, her knees trembling. “Ethan, stop them! Daniel, don’t let them do this to me!” Daniel only shakes his head slowly, disbelief written all over his face. He doesn’t speak. He can’t.

Vivian said, stepping forward to the podium. Gesturing toward me, her voice echoed through the room. “This sort of offense is punishable by death or, at most, if we are to show mercy.” she smirked at me as she dropped the last word.“exile from the werewolf continent.” Exile? That was the same as condemning me to death. Being exiled would mean I wouldn’t be accepted in any other pack. If I went to rogue territory? It was a one-way ticket to my death. Was this it? Time for my story to end?

"She is not yours. She will never be yours. And if you want her, you will have to take me first." Auren’s followers went rigid. Some wavered, murmuring between each other. Pride still held them in cohesion, but it now buckled and flexed at the sight of me. Every speck of terror and doubt from being an exile, every wound, every betrayal, every second of despair, had culminated into this one moment. I would not fail Nora. I would not let anyone touch what was mine rightly by blood, by bond, by love. He laughed then, a short sharp bark of amusement. "Bold words for someone who was exiled, wounded, and away from their pack. You think your mate will still stand by you if you fall here?"