Black Clover Traitor Novels & Stories

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. You are the one who is nothing. A tool, used and discarded. Thea will not save you. The Father of Shadows does not care about pawns. Your only value now is the truth you carry. Give it freely, and you may yet live. Fight me, and you will wish you had died in this cabin. Clara's bravado crumbled, leaving only terror. I will talk, she whispered. I will tell you everything. The third traitor, whose name Aria had never learned, was found trying to escape through a hidden passage behind his cabin. Viktor caught him before he reached the tree line and dragged him back, bleeding and defeated.

he clipped out. ------------------------------------------ Authors Note Hmm... Cole, was that a confession? Is Cole admitting to being the traitor or is there something else going on?

The Silence stretched for a minute between them then Clover added with calculated charm, "I would go for Joshua Hudson. He is not only good-looking, but rich too, way more than you can ever be." "You," Kayden snapped, gritting his teeth. The words spoken by Clover seemed to light his blood. "You haven't seen what the worst looks like, so be wise with your words. You don't want me to come after you." "Well," Clover drew close, keeping her innocent eyes clear, completely in contrast to the previous gaze, "This is not what I want, but watching you coming after me is something I have already seen. Don't worry, you cannot let me off your head from now on." Her smile reached to her eyes this time.

The lead traitor mumbled with a casual composure, “Tristan. I was not informed you had done so much damage in the church army.” As the traitor came closer, Tristan intended what he would do. He would snatch his sword and leap upon the spy, and slay at least a dozen of them before dying in a cloudburst of enchanted arrows. But he would get at least one dozen of them. The traitor was almost within leaping expanse. He proceeded, “Your goal to find Sulu's dark forces are of no avail. And do you know why, rebel?” “No,” declared Tristan irritably, “Tell me why traitor.” He was ready to pounce.

But the niggling doubt was driving me mad. “Poor little clone,” Felicia whispered into my mind, “do you really think he'll still love you when he knows what you are?” “Yes!” I snapped. “You don't know him. He doesn't care about that.” “Oh don't I?" she laughed derisively. “Gregor, the last of the keepers, failed assassin, and traitor to the crown.” “Why do you call him a traitor?” I asked. “He has done nothing but work to put the rightful heir back on the Lobotian throne.”

“Is there something you're not telling us, Claire? Is there a chance that you know him and you're hiding it from us? No one has ever met Oculus and lived to tell the tale. And he spared your life, do you—” “What the hell are you insinuating?” Claire cut him off with teary eyes. She couldn't believe her mates thought of her as a traitor. After everything they've been through together, they still couldn't trust her? Even after telling her over and over again that they trusted her only to turn their back on her when problems come up?

Out of the shadows stepped a familiar figure: one of their own, a trusted pack member, with a smug grin on his face. "Step back," the traitor ordered, his voice dripping with malice. "Release her." Brian, stunned, demanded, "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" The pack member laughed. "You fools have no idea what's really going on. This isn't just about territory or revenge. It's about power." Before anyone could react, the traitor revealed a hidden blade, coated with a shimmering substance. He moved with lightning speed, slicing through the nets and freeing the alpha. The creature roared in triumph, but instead of attacking, it stepped back, allowing the traitor to take center sta

The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and compromising the team. But as the confession continued, Damon heard something that made his blood run cold. The traitor wasn’t working for the enemy because they wanted power or wealth. They were forced into it, blackmailed, coerced. They had been promised something they couldn’t resist, something that had led them to betray the people who had once been their closest allies. Damon didn’t know whether to feel pity or anger. The lines between right and wrong were starting to blur, and Damon was losing his grip on everything he had once believed in.

Klara replied with an edge to her words. Visha only smiled, knowing the next words she was about to say would shut Klara up. "Are you the traitor here?" The question hit Klara like a dangerous wave, catching her off guard. "What?" Klara blurted out with confusion written all over her face. "You seem to be one. You've stood against everything positive about this attack from the moment it all happened. And now, you stand against a swift revenge plan meant to bring victory to your pack?" Visha scoffed.

"A traitor deserves a tramp. I wish you both a very long, very miserable life together." Without waiting for a response, Chloe turned her back on them. She didn't care how red their faces turned or what insults they hurled at her retreating form. Looking at them for even one more second made her feel like she needed to be scrubbed clean. Chloe has delivered her verdict, but the battle is just beginning. As she returns to her mother and grandparents, how will she hide the trembling of her hands? And when the Bishops finally arrive at the Grayson Estate for the "cleansing," will the dark secrets in Xavier’s basement prove to be even more nauseating than the betrayal she just witnessed?