Kharn The Betrayer Art Novels & Stories

*** The Traitor’s Fall *** Kael’s POV The room had become a battlefield. Shadow creatures poured through the broken windows, their forms twisting and reforming with every strike. Thorne stood in the center of the chaos, his eyes glowing with the same cursed red energy as Elara’s mark. The betrayal cut deeper than any claw. I kept Elara pinned beneath me, my knot still locked deep inside her, refusing to separate even as the fight raged around us. My body shielded hers as I partially shifted one arm into claws, slashing at the nearest shadow.

I no longer cared that Kendrick and I shared the same blood. Blood did not excuse betrayal. If anything, it made it unforgivable. The investigation only made matters worse. Bianca. I should have known. She had always thrived on chaos. The investigator’s report painted a picture that made my stomach churn. Phone calls, messages, meetings, literally everything. Every trail led back to her. Kendrick may have taken the photograph but Bianca made sure the world saw it. I exhaled slowly. What disappointed me most wasn’t even Bianca.

Arman asked, his voice unsteady, confusion and shock written all over him. Armon withdrew his hand quickly from Kavian’s chest, letting him fall to the ground. Kavian collapsed, weak and barely breathing, but still alive. “Your brother is a traitor,” Armon said smoothly, straightening like nothing had happened. “He has been working with the rebels. He attacked me. Tried to kill me.” “He is lying!” I cried, tears streaming down my face, my voice shaking with trauma. I could still see it—his hand inside Kavian’s chest, moments from ripping out his heart.

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!

The other berserkers heard his howl as they too howled honoring their clan master as they all shed a single tear as the line of the fell fangs shall meet their end with their honor redeemed. Khorn closed his eyes as his hair turned white and skin shriveled as if he was an old man all in part to the price of power. He fell to his knees thinking his duty will soon come to its end He leaned his back upon the broken throne as the cold touch of death was slowly taking his body. He looked around him to see Kent and his team were slowly being overwhelmed by the number of Possessed. Thinking that the battle was in favor of the rebellion when the Silver hammer managed to break through the barricade a

“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.

“Did you see what I meant? The explanation a moment ago was part of the truth that was about to cross the line for your power threshold. It comes very close to destroying all of the realities you and I know.” Zhu Wushang raised his head and saw the hand that the Black Merchant had extended to him. That hand has become like a black inky hand and some scale and eye sprout in his hand before it slowly fades away and becomes a normal human hand. “Let me reintroduce myself, my lord. I am Nyarlarhoteb, the crawling chaos. The bringer of your will and your loyal servant who will enforce your will to any realities you wish.” The Black Merchant or Nyarlarhoteb said with a smile.

"When I take off the blindfold, you'll see something very... beautiful." "Charlie Puth?" Katherina asked, and they laughed. "If that's it... just take it off already!" "Silly... It's not Charlie." "Then...?" "We want your opinion on... this," Jisoo said, moving the blindfold away from Katherina's eyes. Katherina's gaze fixated on the facade in front of her, which depicted herself. It looked like it was taken from a magazine, the style, the form, everything was beautiful.