The Blood Traitor Novels & Stories

Blade promised to keep me safe and I will trust in him. I take in deep breath as Julian points at me and yells, “This is unnatural! She doesn’t count for shit! Tell that damn man he still owes me and if he doesn’t pay up then I won’t just come for him. I’ll come for his pretty little half-blood too!” He pauses, his eyes flickering up to meet mine and the corner of his mouth twitches up as he says, “In fact, we should show him what we do to those that make a mockery of us.”

Five months to find out who was behind the killings and disappearance or he would strip the Bloodsworth clan of their title as the Baron. I needed a fucking break. I needed a distraction. I needed her. Saratan. My eyes fluttered close as her scent filled my nostrils, haunting me, taunting me. The sweet blood that flowed through her veins, the spicy fear that tinged on her skin, the musky arousal dripping from her core. I could still feel her in my arms, her warm breath fanning my face as she casted those bewitching eyes on my cock. Damn, my hard-on strained against my slacks.

"It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did." "You're wrong," Layla said desperately. "Atreus doesn't love me. I'm nothing but a meal to him. He's proven that much." "I'm afraid it's even more complicated than that," Niniane muttered, refilling their glasses. Layla picked it up and took a long drink, not ready to hear anymore. "As I said, Ravana is a ruthless b*stard. There's no way he would let Atreus wake from his sleep and live happily ever after." Niniane took a deep breath. "You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?"

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

The sight of his blood-covered face created an eerie atmosphere, like a chilling scene from a horror show, and the cold, merciless look in his eyes confirmed he had no mercy. “The only fitting consequence for traitors is death.” Taking a drag of his cigarette, he wiped the blood from his hand onto his pristine white shirt. “What makes you believe he was a traitor?” he inquired. “I can smell betrayal,” he said, turning to Stefan. “He was the snitch. He killed our men and got away with it.” He took another drag of his cigarette. “Have you checked his bank accounts? Any leads?” “Everything is clean. We caught his wife making a run for it with a bag of cash,” Stefan said.

Chapter 170 – The Blood Tristan Carries Tristan’s POV The words spoken by the Mother remained inside my head long after her presence disappeared. Your father carries the blood of the one who betrayed me. I had heard the truth before. I had known that my blood was different. I had discovered that the original betrayer's blood had survived through generations and that it had eventually entered my family, but knowing something existed inside my ancestry was very different from standing beneath the Sacred Forest and hearing the Mother herself confirm that the blood belonged to me.

Out of the shadows stepped a familiar figure: one of their own, a trusted pack member, with a smug grin on his face. "Step back," the traitor ordered, his voice dripping with malice. "Release her." Brian, stunned, demanded, "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" The pack member laughed. "You fools have no idea what's really going on. This isn't just about territory or revenge. It's about power." Before anyone could react, the traitor revealed a hidden blade, coated with a shimmering substance. He moved with lightning speed, slicing through the nets and freeing the alpha. The creature roared in triumph, but instead of attacking, it stepped back, allowing the traitor to take center sta

I asked him and he looks at the flickering light in my room. "Who it was or who they were". He muttered to himself and I scowled. "You just said you found a traitor, who was it? a traitor mean one person, traitors mean more than one. Which is it, Reece?" I asked and he laughed. "It was one person, at first, then it became two. And although the second person isn't directly a traitor he is an accomplice." he said and I stopped pushing him to reply, he looked like he was in the middle of a conversation with himself so I let him be.

He looked towards the red light in the center of the city, laughing hoarsely: “The holy blood... turns out to be just the beginning. Evelyn, you sealed Azrael with love, but that love is now the knife that makes the world bleed.” He looked up, his shadow blending into the night. Behind him, hundreds of remaining Hunters gathered. Their eyes were shining, no longer believing in God, only hatred for blood. Callen raised the test tube high, the blood inside it glowing: “Valenfort must be purified! Let the Blood Emperor know that humanity is still alive!”

Today is the day of execution. Although Demitti promised to save me, I know that there is still a possibility that he will fail and I will end up dying today, in front of the whole kingdom of Solterra as a traitor, as the criminal who almost killed my betrothed's mother – the queen of this kingdom. It is a very heavy crime and my life probably will never be enough for the royal family.