Kharn The Betrayer Art Novels & Stories

Kane. No mask. No armor. Just him - worn leathers and that familiar, twisted expression of grief and rage. His eyes, however, were not his own. They blazed with the Harbinger’s mark - red, ringed in black. His wolf form flickered beneath his skin like a sickness trying to break through. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Thalia screamed inside her. Not in pain. In fury. The glyph circle flared. The trap activated. And the world went white with fire.

He raised the knife, placing it right above my chest. "So I decided to do something about it," he said. "I harvest organs from women and children and create better creatures, men. They can't reproduce." "You are a monster," I whispered. "No," Andrei shook his head. "I am a visionary." He pressed the knife against my skin. The metal was cold on my skin. This was how I was going to die. I would never see my baby again. I would never see Dimitri again. "I am sorry," I whispered to the air. To my baby, and Dimitri. "I am so sorry."

I bark. He leans back into his seat and scoff. " Don't be kidding me, Sara. Psychos like Khlan love life more than anything. He would look for a place to get treated before planning for revenge." I laugh. "So you do know he would be planning for revenge." "Yes he will." He says casually as if talking about the weather. "Somewhere, up in his twisted mind, he would feel like you betrayed him. He would also want to rebuild his fallen empire and make a statement doing so. So he would be coming for you."

All charm and angled smiles and lashes too long for a man with blood on his hands. But I know better. He wasn’t born a ghost, but that’s what he’s become. A phantom forged in silence and sharpened by necessity. An elegant predator with the face of something you’d trust, just before he slips the blade in. Khael was my enforcer long before this curse ever tied us to Hucow Hollow.

This man is truly a masterpiece. But this is not important. Now Agnes began to fear and regret. Ryan Gonzalez is known as a powerful and extremely difficult person. If he wakes up and remembers that she made a joke about him, he will kill her. She didn't want her normal, peaceful life to be overturned in an instant.

It was very much visible, if that's the case it only means that Troy and Travis must have figured out that she's a night banker and even worse, the second in command of the night bankers rogues group. The Night Banker is a well known rogue group that terrorizes many packs and in most cases conquer the Packs and use it as their hideout. They all usually have a tattoo of a blind wolf on their neck while their leader's tattoo isn't a blind wolf; the second in command always has a tattoo of a wolf with one eye. Ava lay back on the bed when he heard the clicking of the door. She saw a nurse walk inside her room, the nurse was holding a tray in her hands. She allowed the nurse to get rid of the dr

Fenrir roars loudly, pushing his authority out, and all the rogues stop and drop to the ground. Why the fuck didn’t he do that in the beginning? Asshole. He stalks forward in his human form. His muscles ripple with every step he takes. Covered in blood. He is the Harbinger of Death for a reason. I shudder at the sight of him. “SHIFT!” he shouts out, forcing the rogues to shift back into their human forms. They are filthy, caked in dirt and blood. “Alpha Titus.” I shift back and I’m fully clothed, huh!

The greatest of thieves of all times, the Phoenix, was impossible to track, let alone be seen by anyone but this time she stole something that was going to cost her life. She stole the Kings heart. And there is only one punishment for betraying the Apha King, Death. She wasn't supposed to be at the royal ball. She wasn't supposed to meet the Werewolf King. And she wasn't supposed to spend a night with him, pretending to be someone who she was not. His mate, Emerald. .But she did, and now she had to face the consequences. In a Kingdom whe

He goes down shooting with the stoicism of a true cowboy. Kera’s covered in tar-black Raven blood from chin to breastplate, from talons to the edge of her wings. She starts spinning like a kid’s toy top to keep back the overwhelming horde, snarling like a feral animal in the middle. But when she feels Kharon’s hand grab her hair at Hell’s Helm, she accepts her fate and crams as many Ravens as she can into her mouth, dislocating her jaws to make even more room. She’s stuffing her face like a participant in a cake-eating contest when all at once her eyes bulge, her distended stomach grows pointy and then gets pierced open by an invisible sword. I can hear Spinstra and Kharon laughing maniacall

We settle down to await the opportune moment in silence. After what feels like an age, I finally spot her in the distance, walking with that man who had the audacity to try to take what is mine. As soon as I see her face rage and longing flood my veins causing me to tense momentarily to ensure I don't attack too soon. She laughs at something the Gamma has said to her, throwing her head back and belting out her mirth, my pants suddenly feel too tight, the lines of her neck when she threw her head back calling to me, begging me to bite and lick as I pummelled her hard and fast. The vision serves as fuel to the force of my desire to have her and I move to begin our attack. My men have their ord