Blood Traitor Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Blood was running from his nose, and his grey eyes were wild. "This is wrong," he snarled. "She's nothing. She's cursed." Darius was in slightly better shape, but barely. He wiped blood from his mouth and glared at me like I'd personally offended him. "Her father was a traitor," he spat. "Her bloodline is poison." The crowd was getting restless now. I could hear the angry murmurs, see the disgust on their faces. Some of the younger wolves were actually backing away from me like I might contaminate them.

When that happens, well—we already knew what they did with hybrids around here, and Hailey will be punished for mere association. I didn’t even want to think about what they would do to Elijah. I refuse to sit back and watch that moron that is supposed to be out alpha, destroy the lives of my best friends. I let out a slow breath, my eyes fixed on the potion in my hand. It was midnight-blue, laced with threads of silver and gold, shimmering like it was alive—restless, waiting. Now, the worst part wasn’t the lack of sleep or the way Hailey’s hands kept shaking like her bones were rattling under her skin. It wasn’t even the fact that she couldn’t eat more than two bites of food without looking

Xavier was clearly confounded. "He came with a witch" I snapped my head at Rhona. "That will explain how he altered his physical appearance and this blood doesn't belong to the Luna" There was another pool of blood, but it wasn't Davina's and there was no body of whosoever blood it was. "Racta vita nous sous et inta vin hors" I levitated Davi's blood and pulled it into a glass container.

“Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.” Siobhanny covered her face with her hands and burst into sobs. “How could I’ve been so wrong, prejudiced, fill in your own boring blank?” She peeked up through her — crocodile — tears, and I crossed my arms. “It’s almost like sorcereses haven’t been waging war with mages for centuries or being attacked by wolves.” I snorted. “When were you attacked by a wolve?” Harry’s robes bled into a scarlet hood, when a wicker basket now swung over a slender arm. I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back.

There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer. “Pour me a drink at least,” Harry wheezes, sounding like a chain smoker on his last lung. Ariadne begins to make him the same drink that she’s having, but Harry shakes his head. “Water. Ice.” Edward takes the initiative, pulling a glass from the shelf, and water from the tap, slamming two jagged ice cubes in it. “My patience is thin,” the silver Omega spits. Harry accepts it thankfully, taking a small sip, which leaves the water tinged pink with blood. He still hasn’t fully healed, wounds on wounds that compound him to the brink of death.

The damn had broken long back and the tears I was trying to control were now freely cascading down my cheeks. He clenched his fist causing him to hiss in pain. His bloodied knuckles looked really painful. Ignoring my gaze on him, he strode upstairs. Wiping my eyes, I quickly rushed after him. Following him into his room and then into his washroom, I saw him pulling out the first aid kit. Just as he opened it, I snatched it from his hands. "Brae, give it back." Without listening to him, I brought his hand under cold water. I poured antiseptic liquid on some cotton

I was given a second opportunity to change into a shadow and the chance to slice their throats one by one. I'm close. I'm so f*cking close to making my mother proud after over thirty years. I've turned into a monster. The people responsible for her killing will pay with the same blood that left her body and my father's. I'm a monster with nothing to lose. The Irish and Russians are my own. He betrayed Mom and was one of the key factors in her murder. He was the one Mom trusted and offered information to in exchange for helping us free. It's just as disgusting who brutally murdered my father and took his authority.

I scream and scream at the sight before me, and tears cloud my vision. "Execute every single family member of his before dawn." I hear Harry say, and I stop screaming as I start to sob uncontrollably. "I won't have the bloodline of traitors running around my pack." He adds. "And as for all of you!" Harry's voice booms around the ballroom.

But just as he was about to touch Harry, Black gave his hand a firm kick. Connor tried to look the Mad One in the eye but could not do so. He could only bow his head in submission to this force of nature. "I don't know what happened. We conducted the control protocol as we've always done in the past..." he began to explain before falling silent. "Mat, hi. Duncan speaking. I apologize for the inconvenience, but we're going to need you... Wolfsbane and silver... Harry's in a bad way... In the Red Moon pack... Yes, Alpha Black is with us," Duncan replied calmly before turning to his Alpha.

The moment it touched the dirt, it sizzled and sent up coils of poisonous mist. "Dad, look closely," I pointed at the blood on the ground. "This is Void Poison, and it's currently in my body. There never was an antidote, because I am the antidote." The atmosphere instantly froze. Sophia forced her eyes open to look at me weakly from Margaret's arms, her gaze fading. "Anna... What are you saying...?"