The Banished Former Hero Novels & Stories

“I, Luna Alsie Neferet-Sandolf of the Royal Far-Side Crescent Blue Moon Pack, BANISH you Elder George, Elder Henry, Elder Ethan, Elder Duane, and Elder Randy, from these pack lands IMMEDIATELY! You will take nothing with you, as you have participated in TREASON upon your Alphas, and Luna. You are officially BANISHED and without a PACK. You’re ROGUE!” Howls erupted from all over the place. The next thing you heard were chants of Rogue! Rogue! Rouge! “NO, you can’t do this?” “Oh, but I can, and I did! Leave before you die.” I leaned over the podium and whispered to Elder George. “You don’t understand, being banished at our age is a death sentence. You might as well as killed us yourself.” Elde

"Focus on the 'Scent'. If we lose the 'Scent', we become like them." She pointed to the "Failed Protagonists"—the faceless warriors rising from the mercury. These were the "Deleted Files" of the Gallery, heroes whose stories had been canceled and whose frequencies had been "Standardized" into silence. They moved with a slow, rhythmic desperation, their silver eyes reflecting the total absence of a "Happy Ending."

Her vision blurred, but she could sense the change - the dormant energy within the fortress was stirred, awakening with a newfound purpose. Ethan rushed to her side, catching her before she fell. She looked to her friends, each of them pale but with a flicker of triumph in their eyes. They had done it. They had channeled the essence of the guardians and used it to perform the banishment ritual. But the question remained - had it been successful? Their answer came in a soft whisper that echoed through the chamber, a voice tinged with frustration and impotent rage."Nooo! You cannot defeat me! I will return!"

He broke the hug and cupped my face with both of his hands. "You were not a fool. You were seeking something you never felt in your life. And yes, I have seen their eyes on you. I can not stop anyone anymore and I don't want to break my promise I made to protect the she wolf warrior. Perhaps, it is better if you will be banished. Maybe, you can find a better pack. Or a better life. I, Alpha Thomas Kaden, banish you, she wolf warrior, Anika Hurler from the lands of the Blue Moon pack. I wish you a better and happier life." He said I forced a small smile on my face. I gave him the bag that had the armor of she wolf warrior. He looked into the bag then gave it back to me.

And the Halo clan wolves – every single one of them, from young to old. I cursed my luck, gritting my teeth as they all retreated back to the clan, leaving me to battle with severe bruises and the sudden coldness numbing my spine. My mind drifted to the scene where Hector had coldly made the pronouncement that I be banished, as I laid ridden on the floor. That tone, I would never forget it, and neither would I forget this day. That was my last thought before the darkness I'd been fighting enveloped me.

I only wanted my half of the money so that I could buy a flight ticket out of here. Randell was the one who abandoned me in this place for Evelyn's sake! But why did he have to cancel my flight when he had already left? And as if it wasn't bad enough, he even transferred out all of my money, all just for Evelyn! Why? I gripped my phone even harder and tried calling Mom and Dad again. However, I simply couldn't get to them. I felt an immense sense of remorse. Why hadn't I agreed to go to Merunica when Aunt Gracie invited me there? Why hadn't I agreed to go to the Alpes with Mom and Dad after the exam when they also invited me along?

In front of everyone, he made his proclamation. "I, Earl Joseph Nightwood, hereby officially declare that Elizabeth is stripped of all titles! She is banished from the Nightwood Clan, forever!" The hall was dead silent. Joseph sneered at me. "You're so proud, aren't you? You think you're irreplaceable? Tomorrow, I will sign the treaty with Prince Archon himself! I will prove to everyone that I can reach the pinnacle of power without you!" Faced with this sudden, public banishment, I didn't fight. I didn't beg.

“I meant leave the pack not leave this room. From today onwards, you’re forever banished from the Greymoon pack Lana.” It felt like the floor dropped out from under me. Banished? From the only home I have? No, this couldn’t be happening. “What? You can’t—” “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said coldly. “You’re no longer welcome here. If I ever see you in this pack again, I’ll kill you myself.” I dropped to my knees, the cold fear gripping suffocating my heart. “Asher, please! You know I have nowhere to go! I have no money, no wolf to protect me—I’ll be killed by the rogues out there!”

You know how badly she had it. As he spoke, his eyes shot to me. The look he gave me was filled with such revulsion that even a blind wolf could see it. "Cassandra has been using her identity as your daughter to bully Andrea at every turn. I exiled her to the Wastelands only to make her understand how hard real life is. That way, she'll learn to cherish how good she has it. Besides, I sent a squad of guards to protect her. So, I'm sure nothing happened to her.

The battle was lost. Finally, Hector pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. This time, there was no shadow of Johan, no guilt, no duty. There was only Theresa. Her face, her breath, her being. He raised his hand and touched her face, his rough fingers tracing the line of her jaw with devastating reverence. He leaned in, and this time, there was no retreat.