The Betrayal Of Shadow Novels & Stories

He swore that once he got out, he’d hunt her down for revenge. The more I learned, the more deliciously scandalous it became. Well, the dirtier she was, the better it was for me. Vivian thrived in the shadows, slithering through the filth like a rat. All I had to do was drag her into the light. And I was going to be the one to do it. … Later, Allen texted me, lying again about working late. I smirked and sent a half-hearted reply. Then, I ordered twenty servings of oysters and dark chocolate drinks to be delivered as his lunch. After all, he’d need the energy for his little “workout” later.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

It only changed how you felt about having done it. Cort brought thirty hunters to the vampire kingdom on a grey Wednesday morning. He was careful about the terms when Aldric met him at the outer gate — they were not defecting. Defecting implied a loyalty being abandoned, and Cort was precise about this. What they were doing was exercising judgement about what they were actually in service of, having been given information they hadn't had before about what the order had actually been in service of. The distinction mattered to him and Aldric let him have it, because Cort had earned the right to be exact about the terms of his own conscience.

Ryan had tried speaking about it sometimes but eventually gave up. That unspoken incident remained with me, hurting me, burning me up from inside. Whenever she is around me I get reminded of her betrayal, her ugly mentality but again I never felt the same thing for any girl what I felt for her. If I wanted I could have destroyed her with a snap of my fingers, left her penniless but I couldn't. I wanted to see her in pain but a teardrop from her eyes was all it took to make me feel guilty of hurting her.

"And he’s decided that the Shadow Queen is the only one strong enough to carry him." The world went black. The final betrayal was not from the past, or the enemy. It was from the mate who had finally found his way home.

Her tone is flat, and unlike her. I raise my eyebrows at her, and give a small, soft laugh. “Okay, Val.” “I mean it.” “If you say so.” “Anton, those are my conditions to yours,” She clarified. This got my full attention. “Are you serious?” “You give me what I asked for, I will do what you asked in return. If you ever let another woman touch you, I will kill her,” Val reiterates. “All or nothing. I will not and cannot live through another betrayal by a man.”

"If you walk out that door, I'll kill myself right here!" But she had overestimated her place in his heart. Once, he'd loved me that deeply—and still managed to betray me. What chance did she have, a she-wolf who had appeared only a year ago? "Then die somewhere else," he said coldly. "I already told you never to show yourself in front of Julie again. Chanelle, stop acting insane." His voice was ice. He didn't even look back before slamming the door behind him. That night, Nicholas searched every corner of the Blood Shadow territory. But I was nowhere to be found. It was as if I had vanished into thin air, leaving only a deep scar across his heart.

"That's how betrayal works. It comes from the closest places." I looked back out at the pack. At the faces I was starting to recognize. Starting to trust. Now… I wasn't sure what that meant anymore. The Shadow was dead. But his daughter – the Whisper – was still out there. Watching. Waiting. And this time… we weren't hunting something in the dark. We were standing in it. And now – the real hunt begins.

They were in a betrayal. Scene 1: A Sister’s Resolve “He chose darkness,” Liora said softly. The hall behind her was silent, save for the crackle of golden flames licking at the torches. Selene stepped forward, hesitant. “Caelum is still your brother. Surely there’s a way—” “There’s no way,” Liora cut her off, her voice sharp as ice. “He crowned himself Shadow King. He’s declared himself an enemy of the light.” “But balance—”

Damien's focus narrowed to a single point. The wolf circling him with murder in his eyes. Cole had changed since their last encounter. The man who had once been a trusted warrior of Shadow Fang now wore his betrayal like a second skin, his scarred face twisted into something barely recognizable. Raw power rolled off him in waves, the kind that came from months of unchecked rage and bitter obsession. "You should have killed me when you had the chance." Cole's voice came out rough, hungry. His blade caught the torchlight as he shifted his stance. "That mercy of yours always was your greatest weakness."