Kharn The Betrayer Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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:

The air crackled with a malevolent energy, the nexus’s hum replaced by a discordant wail that clawed at her mind. A figure emerged from the loom, not a weaver but a distortion, its form a shifting amalgam of every foe they’d faced—Sereth’s cunning smile, Verath’s piercing gaze, Vorath’s ravenous maw, Sylvara’s verdant grace. Its eyes were voids, and its voice was a chorus of their own, twisted with malice. “I am the Betrayer,” it said, its words slicing into her soul. “You wove the nexus, Jessica, but you cannot hold it. Your hollowness is my key.”

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 beasts that Cyrus created wasted no time in tearing apart anyone that came in their way. Amidst the carnage, I glimpsed familiar faces – Xavier, Oneka, Colby – all in their wolves—their resolve unyielding in the face of adversity. Yet, amidst the chaos, my gaze alighted upon a figure that ignited a firestorm within my soul – Cameron, the traitor, the mole whose betrayal had sown discord within our ranks. His presence filled me with a primal rage, a fury that threatened to consume me whole. How dare he stand amongst Xavier's warriors, his treachery laid bare for all to see? The very sight of him set my blood to boil, a tempest of righteous anger and indignation.

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.

Kieran, not on the marble floor, but somewhere… else. Cold starlight on desperate eyes. Not facing Arthur. Facing… . The nascent Devourer. A swirling maw of hunger and static, older than stars. He’s bargaining. Not for power. For time. "Take me. All of me. But give her… give her more time. Just a little more time to get clear." His voice raw, stripped bare. The Devourer’s presence, a chilling amusement. A pulse of dark energy. A pact sealed. Then, the echo shifts. Kieran turning, walking back towards the penthouse, towards Arthur, towards me, his face a mask of terrible resignation. To play the betrayer. To buy minutes with his soul.

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