Kharn The Betrayer Art Novels & Stories

I can see the patterns on your face I can see the miracles I trace Symmetry and shadows I can't hide I just wanna be right by your side I will give you everything to Say you want to stay, you want me too Say you'll never die, you'll always haunt me I want to know I belong to you Say you'll haunt me Little supernovas in my head Little soft pulses in my dead Little souvenirs and secrets shared A little off guard and unprepared I will give you anything to I will give you everything to Say you want to stay, you want me to Say you'll never die you'll always haunt me I want to know I belong to you Say you'll haunt me Together, we'll be together, together forever I belong to you Stunned by my rocks

Chisel was on one knee on the carpet, a velvet box in his hands, smiling at Sylvia. Around them our packmates had formed a circle, voices rising with laughter and chants: “Say yes! Say yes!” “Kiss her, Chisel! Everyone knows Sylvia’s still in your heart!” Someone called out with mock concern, “Stop teasing—if Luna Leah sees this, she’ll be furious!” I froze at the threshold. Inside my head Ruby—my wolf—snarled and clawed, her rage echoing through my veins: How dare he betray us! But I couldn’t even answer her. I could only see Sylvia lowered her lashes, her voice soft as silk:

“You wove the nexus, Jessica, but you cannot hold it. Your hollowness is my key.” Kade’s roar shook the chamber, his claws slashing at the air. “You’re nothing! We’ve beaten worse than you!” The Betrayer’s form rippled, and the tapestry flared, weaving a vision that stopped them cold: Kade, his eyes black, turning his claws on Jessica; Selene, her light extinguished, abandoning them; Lucas, his dagger at Bryan’s throat; Bryan, fading into nothingness, his sacrifice meaningless. The vision wasn’t a lie—it was their fears, given flesh, each thread rooted in truths they’d buried.

The being standing before me, tall, proud and dangerous has been an enemy of our pack for over the past decade. Alpha King Khai. One of the most ruthless and deadliest alphas to ever live. He grins wickedly at me and whispers, “If that is true, then prove it.” Prove it… By doing this I will not just be rejecting Ragnar, I will be declaring war against my own pack. I will be viewed as a traitor… but then again, is it worth the life that is growing within me? I tossed a glance at a steaming Ragnar. He couldn’t hear Khai’s and my conversation, but something told me he knew exactly what we were discussing.

He just stared at the parchment silently, his eyes half closed and brooding. Then he looked at the raven and ran a finger over its pitch dark feathers. "You've done well, Onyx." He murmured. He lifted his hand and the bird flew off, screeching loudly. Kieran finally opened the parchment and read the words written in black, untidy ink. The expression on his face didn't change, but his eyes darkened. The words were clear and straight to the point, "Khal lives in Tartarus as the King of the demons."

By the time he finally takes her for the ritual, she'll be begging him to end it. That's what I like about working with Lycaon. He understands cruelty in a way that's almost beautiful. Psychological destruction. The slow unraveling of the human mind. It's art. I wonder how long Kharo will last once I really begin. My brother is strong, but strength only matters if you have something to protect. And I'm going to make sure everything he cares about burns. I wonder if my brother will cry when he realizes his precious mate caused the death of everyone he loves.

The Moonstone pack house seemed devoid of life, a haunting emptiness that fueled Xavier's frustration. Barging out of the pack house, Xavier's gaze fell upon the Beta, now bloodied and battered, the wolf warriors indulging their primal instincts. He halted their assault with a commanding gesture, his attention focused once again on the Beta. Lifting the Beta with ease, Xavier's fingers closed around the traitor's throat, cutting off his air supply. "I'll ask you for the last time. Where is she? Where has he taken her to?" Xavier's voice dripped with menace, his patience worn thin by the elusive trail of Athena.

Drazhan narrowed his blue eyes further at us and frowned. "Kasin is a vampire with elf ancestors and also carries an assassin. The same one Lucian carries. His pedigree is worthy of Lucifer. The devil himself wished him to become his left hand," Xavier said solemnly and I was impressed by what he all knew. Drazhan rubbed his eyes and pulled out an amulet that he had around his neck that looked like the one my daughter once had. He tapped it a couple of times and Lucifer appeared. The devil looked at us all and grinned in surprise.

And horrible. It’s me. But not me. A grotesque caricature. My face is stretched into a grimace of cold control, my eyes replaced by the Warden’s distant, starlight gaze. My hands are not hands; they are gnarled, root-like claws, gripping a tiny, struggling figure. Arthur. He is rendered as a wispy, translucent ghost, his form literally chained to my wrists, a parasitic smudge of desperate energy sucking at my veins. The title, etched in a blood-dark hue beneath it: The Keeper and the Kept.

*** 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.