Later Traitor Novels & Stories

We burst into the forest just as the earth beneath the altar collapsed into a sinkhole of fire and shadow. Gone. Buried again. I dropped to my knees, shaking, gasping for air. “What was that?” Kael demanded. I wiped blood from under my nose. “I think… I think he was telling the truth. Part of it.” Thorne staggered out behind us. “His name is Veyrix. The first traitor. He sided with the Luna who rebelled.” Lucan scoffed. “Great. So now we’ve got a ghost queen and a cursed prophet stalking us.”

A debt called in. “They went into the wildlands after the Red Pact fractured,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my chest burned with the weight of memory. “They refused to bend to the Broker or the council. They called the rest of us traitors. Said we traded instinct for civilization. The Broker wiped their name from the archives, burned their bloodline from the records. He said they were done.” “And yet one of them found this boy,” Chito said. “Found him and sent him here.”

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

And I made sure they saw what I wanted them to. Last week, I had exposed a traitor among us. His name had been Marek—a whisper-runner who’d been feeding information to mercenaries. Of course, he hadn’t really been a traitor. Not until I made him one. I had whispered lies into the right ears, planted forged notes, even had Rithya, my spy, drop a stolen map in his tent. When the time was right, I “discovered” it. Brought it before the council. Stood by as they ripped his tongue from his mouth and burned him alive.

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

I am directionally challenged. I don't remember routes well, and I get lost quite easily. Wyatt Zimmerman, my best friend, refuses to believe me and insists on helping me fix this problem. He even gets Queenie Jackson, my foster sister, and Yvonne Lambert, my childhood sweetheart, on board to put me through "special training". They get off the subway before I do whenever we travel, leaving me alone at the station. They quietly leave through another entrance whenever we go shopping, leaving me wandering alone like a fool as I search for them. They always say it's to train my sense of direction. I step away to use the restroom during lunch today, and by the time I return, the three of them

Vera hummed in agreement. “There you go, It happened at the spur of the moment that I couldn’t tell them I was loyal to Aziel but I guess it’s too late.” Vera mumbled. She never sold any information to Zadicus, she did carry out missions but never the ones in Aziel. It was always Laire, she was loyal to her land but now shall be labeled as a traitor for eternity. “Are you okay?” Avin’s soft tone came, coming closer and holding her hands which caused Tristan to look up at Avin in utter rage.

Jonathan turned to Kai. "S-sir I've..." "JK. Call me JK." "Please stop. Don't make it harder for me." Jonathan was confused on Kai's reaction. "S-sir i....I'm a traitor. I betrayed you. I was the one who helped Lia and i was the one who freed Victor. I was the one who asked Victor to kill Aiden.... I am the traitor sir." Jonathan's eyes went dark. He stood up abruptly. The mention of Aiden was enough to activate his anger. He came to Kai and held him by neck.

Damon didn’t have time for doubt; he needed answers, and he needed them now. Without a second thought, Damon arranged a private meeting with the suspected traitor. They met in an isolated area, far from the safe house. The confrontation was inevitable. Damon had the proof, and now it was time to face the truth. The traitor tried to deny everything, but Damon wasn’t fooled. The more they spoke, the more Damon could see the cracks in their story. The lies were too smooth, too rehearsed. The traitor's guilt hung heavy in the air. The confession came slowly, reluctantly, but it came nonetheless. The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and com

“They threatened my family. I had no choice.” Lysander’s anger flared. “You could have come to me. We could have protected them.” The traitor shook their head, tears streaming down their face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.” Lysander lowered his gun, his heart heavy with regret. “We’ll take care of your family. But you need to face the consequences of your actions.” As the traitor was taken into custody, Lysander felt a mix of relief and sorrow. They had found the mole, but the cost had been high. Trust had been shattered, and it would take time to rebuild.