Kharn The Betrayer Art Novels & Stories

"Keep him alive until tomorrow morning. Xender and I will be down later to personally oversee his skinning." "You bastard!" Tristan screams as the sentinels grab him by his shoulders, dragging his thrashing, broken body down the dark stone hallway toward the subterranean dungeons. "You won't get away with this, Varkane! The northern cartels will tear your territory apart! Xender will betray you just like he betrayed me!" His desperate screams fade into the distance as the heavy iron doors of the lower levels slam shut with a deafening bang. The lobby goes dead quiet again.

Not saying anything for a long time, I tried to mull over what she was stating. Kharon was the Baba-Yaga of our world. Kharon was the ferryman. Except in our world, they were the ones who ferried souls to death. No one knew what Kharon looked like but the aftermath was the identifier. Percision kills, complete knowledge of human anatomy with a surgical level skills. Even my sister said it was a level of percision you saw rarely in medicine. Their signature was finding a coin within the body. The payment for the soul crossing the river. Even I knew the reference. It wasn’t just any coin either. It was a custom solid piece of arsenic that was coated in gold. Their signature…her signature. “Kha

With a triumphant air about him, John tossed the paper scraps onto Bran’s head and shoulders. He watched with twisted satisfaction as Bran broke down in tears, desperately trying to gather the remnants of his shredded future. I was furious. I stepped forward, grabbed John's hand, and snapped his fingers. His screams no longer sounded human. Nathan wept—whether from regret or sheer terror, it was unclear. Then he groveled, “I was wrong! I failed to recognize the truth before me. I treated Bran this way only because the Stormbringers ordered it!”. “It was Mrs. Stormbringer! She told me John held a noble status, that the state offered him special protection.

Forcing her eyes open, she looked up and met the gaze of six soldiers, two female and four male, all looking at her as if she really was someone who came back from the dead. Gwen placed her good hand on the ground and pushed herself up. “Listen, you never saw me. I was never here. Gwen Chester is dead. Got that.” The group still didn’t say anything and Gwen managed to herself standing. She hesitated a bit before she picked up her gun. “You are seeing things. I’m a ghost.” Gwen didn’t know where she would go, but anywhere was better than staying in the same place where the General was. But before she could even take two steps, Gwen’s arm was grabbed and she was captured by the group.

“Remember our plan.” I went still in his arms. Then, a hollow, broken laugh escaped me. “You actually thought I believed you?” I twisted to look at him, tears of rage and betrayal streaming down my face. “You’re no different. You’re all the same. And I know what comes next. You’re going to kill me.” His benevolent mask vanished, replaced by a snarl of pure impatience. “Since you know,” he hissed, “then why don’t you just shut the fuck up!”

His dark eyebrows scrunched in unhappiness, highlighting the tattooed line in between them. “Xavier and his family betrayed me,” I confessed, “They colluded with the pack priestess to try and kill me. So I am here to take my revenge, it's as simple as that.” Drew scoffed, “Yeah, you wish.” “What do you mean?” “Xavier has already taken control of the guards. Plus, the pack priestess is now living with the Winchester family, so I guess it's going to be hard to kill her.” He explained.

Food for thought. “Long story short, Phoenix was only temporarily inside of me to help protect me. Papa explained that our family are Krosthani who are both counterparts. The final part of trapping Selene needed me to tether Kai to myself. It tethered him to my lifeforce, turning him into a Krosthani as well. He will now be one with his wolf and is now both parts as well. If Xander chooses, he would also be tethered the same way,” I explained, shooting Xander a shy glance.

, she retorted mind linking somebody. Almost in an instant, Beta Art showed up with two warriors.. “Take the trash to the morgue Beta Artemis”, said Lady Jasmine in a commanding tone, leaving no room for discussion. “Do not dispose of them – we need evidence. They are elite bounty hunters”, she said commanding him “How do you know, I asked genuinely curious?”.. “Their markings are those of the clan loyal to Dark Lord Khor. Plus, the insignia woven into the magic which has made their tattoos, says they are elite mercenaries”, she explained..

A Thalissia who is no longer afraid. I turn around and shift back into my human form. My walk, though slow due to my wounds, is confident and determined. When I finally reach the edge of the forest, my eyes inadvertently fall on my stinging left arm. The freckled woman didn’t just wound me, she carved a clear message into my skin, which will become a scar I can never remove and a lifetime reminder my heart has always known from the very beginning - CHOSEN TO BE BETRAYED. My jaw clenches and my mind and heart scream with rage - You're next to die, King Orvyn!

“Secondly, we discovered an injury was stopping one of the council of alphas from reaching his full potential. With the help of Landry Doyle, he’s been healed. So now, I present, Rafe Hadrian, the Khari of the panthers and his panther Caliban.” Rafe stepped forward in his half panther form. The cats shrieked and roared their approval. Even if he wasn’t their species, it was probably nice to have a feline representative. He put his hands up for silence. “I have found my Khali. Landry is my mate.” She stepped forward as he shifted to his human form and they showed their marks. Another cheer, with the witches and demons leading for loudness. Which made the cats try to get even louder.