Black Clover Traitor Novels & Stories

Groid breathed. "That's how the three leaders’ first love ended," Kloper laughed, on which, he was nudged by Groid. "Ouch!" Groid glared at the childish adult. "Why?" Kloper uttered in disbelief. "I can't hide this fact in front of our new leader. Because I trust that he won't tell this to our sons." With stare as sharp as blade, he turned to Joshua. "You won't tell this to your friends? Right? That we fell in love with the same woman, but she became the traitor's wife."

I asked, trying to keep my tone casual. Claudia didn’t know about any of the Coldclaw nonsense. I loathed having to see the pained look on her face when she discovered that her daughter was a traitor. “Oh, she’s fine,” Claudia said. “A bit torn up, but… What can you do?”

“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.

“I’ve crossed worse.” Matilda shook her head. “This isn’t you.” “You don’t know what I had to survive.” That silenced her. Olivia inhaled slowly, then met her friend’s eyes. “I’m not doing this for fun, Matilda. Or pride. I’m doing this because the last time I trusted the system to tell the truth, it almost buried mine.” Matilda’s mouth pressed into a line. “So you’re going dark.” “I’m going strategic.” “And what do you want me to do?”

Alan croaked out, “Who’s going to heal me if you’d died?” “I’m sorry,” I mumbled and squeezed his hand within mine. “I’m so sorry.” “You’re not forgiven.” He stubbornly replied, but it only made me smile further. “Don’t be like that,” I prompted, “Have my attempts been entirely futile?” “No,” Sniffing, he shook his head, “Douglas is in jail, as we speak.” I smiled, “You caught him.” “We did.” He said, “All thanks to your stupid little stunt.”