Kharn The Betrayer Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wang Xuantian clenched his fists and stared at Zephyr Khan through gritted teeth. He could not imagine that he could do nothing to Zephyr Khan after performing the "blade Force". TZephyr Khan was really an invincible cockroach. No one knew how many trump cards he had. "Wang Xuantian!" "You betrayed the Human Clan and joined the Devil!" "Today, Zephyr Khan!" "I'm going to eradicate the evil spirits for the people of the world!"

Dear Kharl Axiel, The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.

“So tell me what is he calling himself in this life?” I bit my lip again, looking at him through my lashes. I leaned closer, letting my lips brush his ear. The arousal in his scent was palpable as he shuddered. “Desirée de Léon. Me. I am the Betrayer.” Before he could pull away from me, I slid the knife from my cuff and into his stomach. He sucked in a stuttering breath. I twisted the blade, his blood hot on my fingers. With another twist, I broke it off inside him. Philip’s breath came out in a slow pained wheeze. “Balric.” He glared at me with hate and anger.

the Lycan king said, handing over a tablet to me. I collected the tablet slowly and scrolled down. I saw all the information about how Kessler had been searching for me seriously these last few days. "Do you still wish to go home?" The Lycan king asked, not taking his eyes off his laptop for a second. Is that really a question? I mean, why would I want to go home when I know what will happen to me the moment I step my feet into the Paxon pack as it clearly shows that I don't belong to the Crescent pack after being rejected?

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.

If the bond could not be broken by decree, it would be broken by truth. Kharl summoned his Beta that night. “I want everything,” he said. “Every altered record. Every prophecy revised after the fact. Every healer silenced. Every elder who benefited from Morwen’s ‘visions.’” The Beta hesitated. “That will destabilize the pack.” Kharl’s gaze was lethal. “Good.” He paced, mind already mapping the long game. He would not move recklessly. He would not confront Morwen with accusation alone. He would let the proof speak—slowly, relentlessly—until belief collapsed under its own contradictions.

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 declared, his voice carrying a fierce determination. The minions, a ragtag group of shadowy creatures with sharp claws and wicked grins, began to encircle the trio. At their head stood a tall figure with a face marred by scars—Drax's right-hand man, a ruthless enforcer known simply as Korr. His eyes locked onto the Moonflower, a greedy glint igniting within them. "Hand over the Moonflower, and I might let you live," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Xienma felt a surge of anger rise within her. "We will never give it to you!" she shouted, her voice fierce and unwavering. "You’ll have to fight us first!"