Kharn The Betrayer Art Novels & Stories

"This is how you repay me by betraying me? You are a traitor, and traitors do not live to see another day. Oh, and don't worry, your mate and pups will be joining you as well." Roman let go of his head and threw him forward as he began to plea for his family's life. My stomach dropped when Mr. Jon's mate was being dragged in by Khan, Alpha Roman's cousin. Khan was just as evil, if not more, because he finds joy in torturing others. Khan tortured and killed his own parents and still has no remorse; if that insists evil, then I don't know what is. Khan threw Jon's mate to the ground and then kicked her in her stomach and face repeatedly. Roman orders Khan to stop kicking the woman I felt sorry

As Lisa's wolf proudly walked towards Damon's transparent form, Knox could see a mark on her front paw, the judge's gavel, only it was twice the size as his and set in the middle of a moon. Sensing him watching her, the wolf turned her majestic head and stared straight into Knox's mind, A voice invaded his skull, and he heard a females voice, strong and pure, speak to him. "Beta Knox, I am Karistus, the wolf of retribution. You have been watched, you have been tested, you have been measured, and I have passed judgment on your soul; come forth and receive your reward." His paws seemed to have a mind of their own, and Knox, along with a very subdued Karma, found themselves standing beside Rage

"As well as to collect on a promise." "You must really want to die," I said, unable to stop myself. Eros raised his brow, definitely not expecting me to speak. "She speaks," he said, coming closer. "I was afraid that our little Lycan wolf broke-" The next second, Khanos stood in front of him with our hands wrapped around his neck in a chokehold. "Traitor..." My eyes flashed as Khanos took full control of my body, pushing me to hindsight while the guards pointed their guns at us, earning a growl from Dexter.

I looked into the darkness. "Then I'd better survive until you do." A light appeared ahead. I walked toward it. The darkness slowly disappeared. And I found myself standing in a massive chamber. My breath caught. The walls were covered with paintings. Not carvings. Paintings. Thousands of them. Wolves kneeling beneath moons. Wars. Births. Deaths. Kings. Queens. Entire generations of packs. I walked closer. Then I saw something that made my blood run cold. A painting of Draven.

Lucian went down to one knee. "Now," Ignatius glitched, stepping over the bleeding Alpha. "The... core..." A scraping sound came from the hallway. A wet, dragging noise. Xavier crawled into the room. The traitor was a shadow of his former self. His skin was gray, pulled tight over his skull, his eyes sunken and yellowed from the internal rot of his failed transition. He looked like a corpse that had forgotten to stop moving. In his trembling hand, he held a single, snub-nosed pistol.

Her voice remained calm. But there was steel underneath it now. “You know that too, don’t you, Gamma Ryan?” Ryan’s face tightened instantly. Because deep down… he already understood she was right. Guerero was not a man who honored promises. He murdered his own father. Turned territories into slaughter grounds. Built armies out of rogues and fear. A man capable of betraying his destined mate and destroying the mother of his first child… was not someone anyone should trust with mercy. “There’s no real hope for Alpha Ramon,” Gavin admitted quietly beside her.

There was a flash of bright light behind him, and the likeness of a beast began to form. It was black and white, and had wise-looking eyes. Its expression looked adorably stupefied. It looked like a stupid dog, no matter how long Fallon stared at it. He and the rest of his group looked at each other in disbelief. Chase, whose powers surpassed all four of them, the man who obtained the Nefarious Deity after arriving at the Holy Path, had projected a Husky? Fallon, Tack, and Norm could not help laughing out loud.

It was all coming together, the tapestry, the writings as the story they told. I can remember now. That wasn't just a story, it was a prophecy. A prophecy that spoke of Xavier and Lyra. Like I was induced I began to tell the story. "Aethonixa, the moon goddess, had a love affair with a werewolf named Khaos.” “But Khaos, driven by fury, murdered Aethonixa.” “He was cursed to roam, burning with rage, until he found the moon goddess and set things straight.” “For centuries, Khaos wandered, consumed by anger and pain.”

His touch was soft, yet it remained setting off something she couldn’t quite ignore. “You want freedom,” he replied, his voice lower. “From her shadow. From the part of you that wonders if you’re more like her than you want to admit.” Ava pulled her hand back. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.” He laughed, the sound deep and low. “It’s not psychoanalyzing. It’s recognizing someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.” They worked late into the night, piecing together the maze of agreements and betrayals that related Evelyn Sinclair to Roman’s past. Ava couldn’t refute his insight, but she kept her guard up, refusing to allow his appeal distract her from the task at hand.

He charged towards me, my warriors took over, and he turned into a wolf. I barely noticed the chaos as I charged toward Xavier, my heart hammering with fury. Around me, the clash of teeth and growls rang out, but all I saw was the traitor lying broken on the floor. There was no need to attack him because he lay there like a dead man. Half of his face looked burnt, like he had gone through fire. “Seize him and take him back to the Bloodfang pack, and tidy up this place”, I instructed my warriors.