Black Clover Traitor Novels & Stories

But it wasn't just a betrayal. Clavier committed an unfathomable crime, and no matter how many times he washed his hands, the blood would permanently stain his hands. The sin of his past would weigh in his heart. He would always hear the screams in his ears and feel the resentful grips that restricted his steps, holding him down into the rotten swamp. But Clavier didn't regret what he did. Because of what he did, nobody in the clan dared to look down on Shadow, and for the same reason, Shadow ascended as the new clan leader.

Gwen is going to make it look like she was the person who kidnapped the Queen and that no one else was involved. If there are other people involved then she would not confess. So she is taken to a run-down building in the middle of nowhere and officers and soldiers are hiding all over the place. Once she wakes up, she and her mother confront the Queen, Gwen acts like she is going to kill her just to make it believable. She gives her mother some time to talk to her and the Queen acts hateful and tells her that she should be dead and that even if they kill her, no one is going to believe them and that the people will not accept her.

"Vincent is your husband. This will leave him with nothing." "He should have thought of that before he betrayed me," I said, taking the seat across from him. "And he didn't just betray me. He betrayed the trust of this entire Family." "I need to see the proof." I laid out the photos, the videos, the bank statements. Everything. "Is this enough?" My father's face grew darker with every image. When he saw the photo of Carmen wearing the family necklace, his fist slammed down on the mahogany desk. "That son of a bitch! He gave a family heirloom to a common whore!"

After years of cruelty masking his feelings, he's finally facing the consequences of his actions. "You don't understand what's happening," he says, taking a half-step forward before stopping himself. "Your father..." "I don't care what my father wants," Clover interrupts, her amber eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm done being a pawn in everyone's games."

“Luna Eero, I begged you. Please forgive me. Forgive, for I have committed a grave sin. I don't deserve to live—” “You said it yourself. You don't deserve to live after what you have done, so why the hell would I listen to your begging? And spare you?” I asked. The traitor's jaw dropped on the dirty floor of the greenery. Not just his, but Caspian's too. Claudius, on the other hand, was smirking like a proud Alpha. The traitor cocked his head towards Caspian and then back at me. “Please spare me. Forgive me, Luna. I will do anything and everything for you.” I stared at him coldly. But when I leaned closer to him, the traitor felt like he stood a chance, that I would change my mind about kill

“The Luna. The Alpha. The cursed wolf. And the traitor. All in one spot. Super convenient.” “Who you calling traitor?” Lila pulled both knives out so fast. “Because if that’s aimed at me, we got beef.” “It is aimed at you. You turned on Black Moon. Refused to hand over the relic. That kind of disloyalty has a price.” Tall guy waved at his crew. “Kill them. Keep the Luna alive. She’s coming with us.” “You wish!” I flung a handful of royal blood straight at his face. He sidestepped it easily like he had been waiting for me to strike.

“Or leave, before I make you regret it.” The figure stepped closer, hood falling back to reveal a familiar face. Lena’s eyes widened in shock. It was someone she had trusted—someone she had considered an ally. Betrayal carved through her chest like ice. “You…” she whispered, disbelief and fury mingling in her voice. “I’ve been watching, waiting,” the traitor said, lips curling into a cruel smile. “Blackwood grows too strong. Kade grows too powerful. And the Council… they deserve to know everything. Every secret. Every weakness.”

Or rather, the lack thereof. “You think you are so smart,” said Vincent, his voice a whip. "But you forget one thing." He leaned very close to her, whispering with a hot breath on her ear. “That is to forget that I am the king of this Mafia world. And in my world, nothing is for traitors."

"Alright, babe, go put on your makeup. I'll make sure to take some great photos of you tonight." Her expression softened slightly. "That's more like it. This place is such a mess right now. Clean it up a bit while I get ready." With a mock salute, I grabbed the broom from the balcony. After tidying up the living room, I noticed she was still in the bedroom, putting on her makeup. I didn't know what got into me, but I decided to clean under the couch and coffee table as well. When I reached beneath the couch, I pulled out a condom wrapper branded "Dr. Dixie." It was already opened, and the blue packaging sent a jolt through me.

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.