Black Clover Traitor Novels & Stories

I was dragged back to the mining camp like a dead dog. Right in front of me, Butcher hauled Amina into the center of the square. “This,” he said, “is the price of betraying me.” He ripped Amina’s clothes apart and shouted to the werewolf guards behind him, “She’s yours.” I could only watch as those beasts swarmed around her.

"Spit it out!" The interrogator swallowed hard, avoiding the gruesome sight on the autopsy table, and began to read quickly. "The commander confessed that three months ago, the Rogue Alpha needed our Forbidden Zone's defensive layout to assassinate the Council of Elders." "Their original plan was to capture a lone pack member and corrupt them with dark magic and money." "But that night, they ran into Miss Wren." The interrogator's voice faltered for a moment, as if trying to organize his thoughts. "These were the rogue commander's exact words: 'We had already arranged a meeting spot with our insider. The traitor promised to lure someone important from the pack to us, to use as a bargaining c

"We found the tracker. We caught the traitor. It's over." "Is it?" He stands up, kicking his chair back. It scrapes loudly on the floor. "Half my table is empty. My brothers are turning on each other. And the Reapers are still out there." He walks to the window, staring out at the dark courtyard. "It's the taboo," he whispers. "Miller was right. I broke the code. I took you. And now the club is paying the price." "Don't say that." "It's true." He turns to me, his face twisted with guilt. "I put you above the patch. And look where it got us."

"Then whoever's threatening you will eventually get what they want. And you'll end up dead or in jail. Either way, the journal disappears. At least with my offer, you survive." I look at the torn page in my hands. At Dad's final words that don't actually solve anything. James is dead. The real killer is gone. All that's left is the stolen technology and the empire Marcus built on it. "I need to think about it," I say. "You have twenty-four hours. After that, my offer expires and you're on your own." He nods to the driver. "Take her wherever she needs to go." I get out of the car. Stand on the sidewalk watching it drive away.

Kessler said and immediately there were loud noises around the hall. He had to beat the table so many times to get their attention before he continued. "But firstly, I reject Amelia Bricks as my Luna. From today onwards, my new Luna and mate are Elena Barker," Kessler said, and everyone started clapping. Though they were staring at me with questionable looks, who cares?

" he inquired eagerly. The alpha nodded, and his grin widened. Kai, to start. He wants to join you in your quest for vengeance because he has a personal grudge against the Council. Ronan felt a rush of exhilaration, and his eyes became wide. "Kai?" he asked again. "But he is a member of the Council." The alpha nodded, and his grin widened. "Yes, but he is a traitor as well. He is prepared to assist you in your quest for vengeance since he has been covertly working against the Council."

The way he’d tucked a flower behind my ear and said, “You’re the only one I see.” A lie, it turned out. Or maybe just a fleeting truth. Either way, it had led me here, to this choice. I sank to my knees in the clearing where we used to meet, my hands trembling. It wasn’t fair. None of it. I had only wanted to be loved. To belong. And now? Now, I was something else entirely. Not a warrior. Not a mate. Not even a wolf they could trust. I was a traitor. The word sank into my bones like frostbite.

“If Chloe’s the traitor, she’s had access to too much already. We can’t let this go on.” “We still don’t have definitive proof,” Lucas argued. “If we’re wrong, the fallout could be catastrophic.” “Then we find the proof,” Elena said, her resolve hardening. “Tonight.” Oliver nodded, his hazel eyes meeting hers. “We’ll set a trap. If Chloe’s working with Black Hollow, we’ll give her something to betray—and see if she takes the bait.” As the plan took shape, Elena felt a flicker of determination. The truth was close, and she would do whatever it took to uncover it. Even if it meant facing the betrayal of someone she once called family.

He can't leave me, and I can't leave him. I start to speak, but before I can finish, the door flings open, and Luca enters quickly, his face white. With an urgent tone, Luca declares, "We have a problem." My pulse is still pounding as I blink, attempting to forget the minute I just spent with Marco. "What is it?" With a knot in my stomach from fear, I inquire. With his mouth clinched, Luca declares, "There is a traitor in the family." "And it's a close relative.”