Betrayed, Then Back For Blood Novels & Stories

Tears unconsciously escaped from my eyes again. “I’m just good for nothing. I always tried my best to earn the trust of people I love but I always ended up betraying their feelings; taking advantage of the--” “Let’s do it,” I cut him off. He intently looked at me. “Just say ‘exoneratio’ and the blood pact will be terminated. Hurry, Cerina,” he instructed me. I weakly nodded at him. I stood up and clenched my fist.

“And this one, he isn’t even your blood. Not a drop. Do you trust him?” Liam sat steady, his jaw tight, but he didn’t flinch. “You’re right,” I said finally, my eyes locked on hers. “My blood betrayed me. Lied, cheated, murdered. All while calling me brother.” I leaned back in my chair, calm on the outside, though my pulse was pushing against my throat. “But that’s exactly why Liam is here. He doesn’t need blood to prove loyalty. He already bled for me when no one else would.”

Bonnie had no choice but to take Lily’s belongings home. But fate had a twisted sense of humor. On a whim, Steven unlocked Lily’s phone. The next second, his face turned pale. His eyes went bloodshot as if they were about to burst. [Julia, you will always live in my shadow. You're nothing but Steven’s backup plan—a pathetic, pitiful substitute! To make me happy, he broke your leg and killed your baby. Do you really think he wouldn’t take your life if I asked him to?] Steven completely broke down.

Camera shutters snapped like machine guns as over a dozen reporters went live, instantly drawing an online crowd that was hungry for drama. Henry's face hardened. Without hesitation, he told his assistant to step in. "Don't listen to him. Just head on inside," he said to me. But Beck refused to move. He stood in front of me, blocking the way. Tears streamed down his face as he bared his heart, confessing how deeply he still loved me. He vowed before everyone that if he ever betrayed me again, he'd deserve the world's scorn and a miserable fate. His theatrical display began to sway the crowd. One by one, people urged me to forgive him, touched by his so-called devotion.

It spoke in a hundred voices all at once: "You have written love into the record, so love must face a test." Its paper-like hand reached out towards them, as sharp as blades. Camela's quill broke in two. The pages of the journal curled up, glowing red with new words: “Next trial: The Game of Betrayal.” The figure leaned down, its mouth stretching into a grin. "Who will betray first?" The ground shattered beneath them. And they fell again.

I’d nearly died a dozen times just to be turned into a better line in a betting list. Corvin stepped a half‑pace closer. His band snug around his own scarred wrist, the stolen lockbook still cradled in his other arm like a dangerous animal. He leaned down, his mouth close to my ear so he didn’t have to pitch his voice over the crowd. “This is where they love blood and betrayals most,” he murmured. “Don’t give them a better show than you have to.” The word BETRAYAL on my band’s tiny screen ticked under my skin like a countdown.

He raised his hand to wipe my tears. “Jennie… I-I thought that I could keep you from harm if I became a strong warrior… “Ugh… Jennie, I found a way to bring back your wolf…” Before Jake could finish, his grip on my hand loosened. He was gone. My only brother lay dead in my embrace. The light in my world went dark. Then, there it was again. I could hear the howling of my wolf.

And I betrayed him; mom betrayed me; Ingrid betrayed me; Felicity betrayed him; Garrett betrayed us. Fainting is quick and painless; Claude's voice is a muffled shout before everything goes black.

I wanted to sink my teeth into warm flesh until blood ran across my tongue. “That’s right,” he said. “That’s what we’ll do. Who first, Luna? Shall we find a store with strangers? Shall we go back to your house and lap the blood from the throat of your brother?” I closed my eyes in want. That sounded so good. So good. “Ah, I see he has betrayed you. It is time to even the score, yes? Time to go on the hunt. Think how the taste of his flesh will fill you. And after the blood of your blood, who shall we pursue?”

Smoke clung to the ruins of what once was shelter. The night bled red through the haze, and I could still taste ash on my tongue—bitter, hot, metallic. Betrayal burned deeper than any wound. I had trusted the face that turned on me, fought beside them, bled beside them—and now their blade had found my blood.