Kharn The Betrayer Art Novels & Stories

A machine that was glistening with wires attached to her quivering hands was placed on a nearby table, a button that looked red and sinister. Vincent’s man fronted up, a smile spreading on his lips. He pressed on the button, and Olivia’s body convulsed. Her cries rent the air, and they reverberated in the basement. Megan’s knees buckled; they would stay only due to her iron hold on Vincent’s clutching, which made her watch the horror unfold. "You see this?" In a whisper, he blew hot and rancid against her cheek. This is what becomes of the betrayer of me.” He nodded to his man, who let off the button. Olivia leaned back on the chair, and her body was twitching from electric shock.

“I will punish everyone who took part—seer, healer, elder, all of them.” The Beta bowed. “And the Luna?” Kharl’s jaw tightened. “She will answer for what she did. Not as my mate. Not as my Luna. But as a conspirator.” His wolf finally stilled—not calm, but aligned. Somewhere beyond Blood Moon Pack, the truth waited, patient as the dead. Kharl had believed power meant command. He knew better now. Power meant endurance. And he would endure long enough to tear the lie out by its roots—even if it cost him his throne.

One by one, they step away from Xavier and pile behind me in support. I didn't expect it to be this easy to win back their trust. But as I observe the faces of those who still stand by Xavier, a realization strikes These are the traitors. These are the ones who helped him invade my pack, the ones who have been feeding him information and betraying their kind. Once this battle is won, I will purge this pack of every last traitor. A sickening crack echoes through the air. Xavier's bones snap and shift as he attempts to shift into his wolf form.

Her link to the bleeding stone wavered as the Shadow King’s focused malice threatened her senses. The Betrayers, fully formed, seven ghostly armoured figures flickering with the stone’s bloody light, but twisted and dark. They held shadow weapons; their eyes deep pits of hopelessness, they didn’t speak, only walked forward, making the ground beneath fall into rot. The Forgotten’s awakening halted; silver mist recoiled from the dark advance. “We can’t fight them!” Ronan yelled, axe high, voice full of despair. There were no soldiers, but ideas made real, betrayal in flesh.

“Come now, Cain. Did you really think we’d hand over one of the most strategically placed territories in the East to a disgraced Beta with no pack of his own?” “I rebuilt my claim—” “No,” Alpha Rurik snapped. “You betrayed your claim. You turned on your own for a promise that never existed. You were always a pawn.” Cain rose slowly, fury and disbelief boiling behind his eyes. “You used me.” Xavier tilted his head mockingly. “Oh, now he gets it.” “You son of a—”

he whispered, “I bled into your world.” The vision shattered. They were back in the ruins. The fire burned normal again. The creature stood before her — still wearing Varek’s face, but now there was no mistaking the truth behind it. “My name,” he said softly, “is Khaenat. Born of darkness. Devourer of dawn.” Alder didn’t flinch. If anything, she took a step closer. “You could’ve killed me with the rest,” she said. “Why didn’t you?”

Karen started to crawl; she whimpered when Greta continued kicking her until blood came out of her lips. “Luna, l-leave me here!” Karen pleaded. My eyes were soaking wet because the tears kept flowing. I wanted to help Karen so much, but how? I couldn’t walk. I felt I was the most useless werewolf in this world. Out of my will, I turned back, acting like I didn’t see her, and left the dungeon as fast as I could. I was sobbing; I felt I betrayed the only friend that I had. “Vina!” Alpha Terrence screamed at the top of his lungs.

The general of the crew called to me with a bow of respect as they all file in. “I have a job that needs to be done, and it cannot be traced back to us,” I explain. I slid a picture of Hannah and Aurelia Murphy and Lincoln Carter across the table. “Do not harm the child, but make sure she’s frightened into obedience. Do not kill either adult, but they need to get the message, that they are not untouchable.” “Understood, boss.”

“What does that mean?” The Head Elder looked at the ancient drawings covering the walls. “Everything we discovered about the Child of the Awakening.” I turned toward him. “The drawings.” “Yes.” He pointed toward one of the carvings. Three figures were shown. The First Guardian. The Second Guardian. The Child of the Awakening. But beneath Tristan's figure, there was another symbol. The symbol of the betrayer. The Head Elder's voice became quiet. “Your blood carries both sides.” I looked toward Aurora.

I shook my head at a memory of Darhana. “Tell you what, little demon, as I said: once a traitor, always a traitor. If you betrayed someone as sinister as Hades, you will as sure as hell betray us too when it suits you, so I say we kill you all.” Kandreah rumbled.