Showing results for "Exiled" in Fantasy

Miles Castillo has spent his entire life running from the crime his parents committed. He’s an alpha without a pack, and a son whose very name is poisoned. When two werewolf hunters catch him, he has to choose between a man who wants his head mounted on a wall and Cade Bartlett, the mage prince who doesn’t realize who Miles is.

For a hundred years, Delbin has lived on Earth, voluntarily cut off from his birth land, Moranaia. He's learned to hide his elven nature and use his mind magic without getting noticed - until he accidentally wields it on the Moranaian scout sent to check on him.

Phoebe Meadows is on trial for her life. After freeing her half-brother, Baldur, Phoebe is set to stand before the Council in Asgard to answer for her actions. The threat of exile if she's found guilty looms, not to mention the added stress of meeting her real father for the first time. Upon entering Asgard, Phoebe discovers new allies in a half-brother she's never met as well as an oracle who is in possession of valuable information.

I’m beaten and tossed out like yesterday’s garbage. I was destined to be the alpha of my pack and now I’m nothing. Less than freaking nothing. I’m one of them, yet they treat me like an abomination. Worth less than the dirt I’m bleeding on. They did this to me, all because I’m different, because I’m apparently too powerful, or will be soon. I’ve been exiled by my pack. Then she comes along. A sweet human. She’s decided she’s going to help me…or rather, help my wolf. She’s not afraid of me, but she should be.

With the end of Alistair Sorenson’s tyrannical reign, Dèmi has accepted Jonas’s proposal to rule as his Queen with hopes to finally free her people, the magical Oluso. Yet social prejudice, corrupt council members, and the continued distrust of the nonmagical Ajès throughout the kingdom prove seemingly implacable obstacles. To make matters worse, Dèmi struggles to control her newly awakened iron blood magic. As Ekwensi’s rebel army—led in part by Colin, her best friend and one-time lover—become more triumphant in their mission, war seems inevitable.

Imagine witnessing your mother’s brutal murder. Imagine not being able to remember a single thing about what happened, even though you were there. It doesn’t matter how hard I try: I. Can’t. Remember! I was just a small boy when it happened. I must have tried to defend her because I have the scars that prove it. My wounds should have healed completely. They didn’t. My scars are my constant reminder of what the Moones did...what they took away from us. My mother died in agony. A piece of my father died along with her.

I was exiled by my pack three years ago when we found out that I’m a double alpha; too powerful to exist amid my own kind. I should have been put to death, but the council spared me. Now, I have to live by a bunch of rules. I’m not allowed to take a mate. There are no babies in my future. Humans can never find out what I am. No problem! At least it wasn’t a problem until now.

I was exiled by my pack over ten years ago. Why? Because I’m different and different is apparently bad. They are dead to me. I’m better off without them. I know the feeling is mutual. I built a cabin in the woods, away from humans…away from everyone and everything. Some might say I’m a hermit, but I like it just fine. The whole world can go to hell for all I care. I’ve carved out a place where I can just be. I’m at peace. That’s when she blunders onto my land.

The rogue angel Kellareal stopped the genocide of 143 human/animal hybrids who'd been genetically engineered as an experiment. Generations had spent their entire lives imprisoned and used as research subjects. Against orders, he spirited them away to another world. In a twist of irony, they were given the job of protecting humans from the result of their own hybrid experiment gone very, very wrong.

On a trip to Scotland, Highland Mists transported me to the past where I met the Highlander, Duncan MacGregor. The man who stole my heart. The Fae I met there say I have a destiny. Either save or end magic. Save this world or replace it with another. They label me "Destroyer". Now I've been pulled back to the modern world. The Fae are silent, but all I want is to get back. Back to the Scottish Highlands and the man who holds my heart.