Dirty Little Traitor Novels & Stories

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.

I later went back home, had dinner with my baby girl, and then went to sleep. I couldn’t imagine why someone would do something so despicable to someone else. Then again, people don’t always have a reason to be evil. There are some who vileness is just in their nature. “I doubt you can allow me to do anything,” I say after remembering that Alec was still standing before me. Without another word, I stomp to the dungeons. The sooner I can get the answers, the sooner they can all leave. Stopping, I twist my head and look at Alec when realization hits me. “It’s funny, you know, that you labeled me a traitor, and then boom, your sister’s mate turns out to be the biggest traitor of all.”

“So what can we do for you today?” “We?” he asked, looking confused. “Yeah, we. Balric and I.” “I’m not here for the Betrayer,” he replied. So he was in denial. It was time to show him the truth then. “Well then I’m afraid to disappoint you, but I am the Betrayer. I am no more innocent than him. I’ve killed five people. I can remember the first like it was yesterday. I was fourteen and oh so eager to prove myself to Balric. It was actually a lot easier than you’d think or maybe Mathias was just that weak. He was the bottom of the pack always.” Callius’s frown grew and he crossed his arms over his chest, but said nothing so I continued.

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Sure. Mario held up a white envelope. "I saw this on the mat." I frowned and took it. Mario excused himself to get a glass of water. I opened the unaddressed envelope. It read; I know who you are, and people will soon realize we have a whore amongst us.

“Everyone is planning for your downfall. Keep up the disinterested act when everything goes downhill.” “What do you want?” He asked “And you didn’t come up here to just tell me that thinking I will be scared. People do my job for me, of course people will talk, and I am alpha, everyone who is smart will want me down, and if you want to be an ally then you are just as stupid as they say every white wolf is.” She nodded “You are so dumb, and this is why Vivian cheats on you.” He didn’t say a word or move but she could smell the hurt, a pride was bleeding, and it wasn’t hers.

Harlan stood, wiping the blade of his knife on his pants, his expression cold and detached. "I'll ask you one more time," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Who helped you?" The man’s head lolled to the side, his eyes barely open, his breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, I thought he was going to pass out, but then his lips parted, and he spoke—barely more than a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. “There's.... a traitor," he rasped, his voice raw with pain. "Inside... feeding... information..."

"Because your father deserves to suffer for what he did." "What did he do?" I demanded, struggling to understand. "What could possibly justify this?" The traitor’s smile faded, their eyes hardening. "He took everything from me. My family. My future. And now, I’m taking it all back." Before I could respond, Noah rushed at them again, but this time the traitor was ready. They slammed their hand into the ground, and a shockwave of dark magic erupted from beneath them, knocking Noah off his feet.

Emilia's parting glance was a dagger to my soul – a hateful glare that seared my heart. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I bit them back. This was the treatment I deserved for committing such atrocities. I had almost sacrificed over a hundred innocent wolves to satiate my thirst for power. The blood ritual would have brought ruin upon the entire werewolf clan. The weight of my treachery settled heavy on my shoulders. I, Dimitri River, was a traitor. The title once coveted now felt tainted. My alpha status, once the ultimate goal, had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

Daemon was sitting peacefully on his throne when he received a tip off from the scouts about a spy or traitor trying to sabotage the peace in his territory. The scouts reported that the traitor was a spy from the human clan pretending to be a demon. They tracked that traitor to a village on the outskirts of The Capital. Having a deep hatred against humans, Daemon decided to find this traitor and interrogate him or her. And by interrogate, you know it's not going to be anything good. Not especially when you get on the nerves of the Demon Emperor.