The Blood Traitor Novels & Stories

His forearms were scarred, veins thick, the arms of a man who had broken too many bones to count. “Betrayal,” he said again, louder this time, so the word hung in the basement like smoke. He reached for the pistol resting on the table beside him, spun it once in his hand, then crouched again so the barrel pressed right under the man’s jaw. The prisoner froze, shaking so hard the chair rattled. Valerio’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You know what happens to traitors in my world? They don’t just die. They disappear. Even God forgets their names.”

"I share my blood with one of them, that makes me his daughter by name, not by will." Doreon arched an eyebrow and she shook her head as if she realized she was thinking out loud. "But bring their blood, the cursed blood," said Doreon, lowering his voice, fearing the wrath of the girl. "Is it blood that defines a person?" she asked, looking him in the eye. "Then I could say the same thing about you, Commander. It would mean that all those who believe that you are a traitor because you carry the blood of a traitor, are right." The commander sighed and looked into the void. "All my life I have been judged as a monster, a demon, because I carry the blood of one of them, but am I really? Am I re

Blood was running from his nose, and his grey eyes were wild. "This is wrong," he snarled. "She's nothing. She's cursed." Darius was in slightly better shape, but barely. He wiped blood from his mouth and glared at me like I'd personally offended him. "Her father was a traitor," he spat. "Her bloodline is poison." The crowd was getting restless now. I could hear the angry murmurs, see the disgust on their faces. Some of the younger wolves were actually backing away from me like I might contaminate them.

he said. Gage gritted his teeth and pressed the gun harder against his temple. “You betrayed a Vittori for money?” “That bitch is killing me with alimony. I can’t even move my ass before she’s on top of me wanting more money for shit. And nothing came of it, so I didn’t really betray him!” His voice was filled with panic and Gage liked it more that he was nearing the point of pissing himself. “You’re a fucking traitor and I’ll mark you as one too,” Gage said and pulled the trigger.

"The Family always protects its own. But Vincent, if someone betrays the Family, the consequences are severe. You understand that, right?" "I understand. I would never betray the Marconi family. And I would never betray you." He looked me right in the eye, as if he truly believed every word. That's the most dangerous thing about liars. Eventually, they even manage to lie to themselves. "Good," I said, raising my wine glass. "To our future." "To our future." The clink of our glasses sounded like a promise. The promise of the perfect revenge.

His eyes gleamed with malice as he lowered his voice, "All you need is the condom he used with his girlfriend. Take it and do IVF with his sperm. I'll help you with the rest. "You can make use of the fact that the baby was born out of wedlock to get your hands on the inheritance rights. After all, you'd be the mother of the Mortis family's heir." Francesca had a greedy look on her face as she listened to James' plan. Then, she nodded and said, "We'll do it your way." I felt a chill run down my spine as I watched this unfold, and goosebumps appeared on my skin. I finally understood how that child came to be in my previous life.

Avel’s fangs descended with a snap. “No. She. won’t.” “Won’t she?” Caelan’s voice softened. “She carries your blood, Avel. And all the bloodlust which comes with it. And she didn't just have a little.” Avel stiffened. Silas gasped. I felt the truth settle into my bones like winter: I didn’t carry some of Avel’s blood. I carried enough to transform worlds. Avel spun toward me, eyes wide. “Don’t listen to him. Please. Listen to me.”

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.

" Blood carries the genetic instruction that connects generations. Passing unspoken, unseen traits from one member of the past to the next. Blood moons are as much special. They connect worlds and people together, who are connected by fate. " He entangled my hand with his fingers. " I know you are willing to do anything for Damian's sake but this might put your life at stake. I needed to warn you before getting in there. I do not have very many people around me at the moment whom I can trust. The ones I thought were closest, turned disloyal for the sake of the throne. That's the power it possess. " His voice seemed lost. " Perhaps if you showed people more of this side of yours instead of bo

“I think they are scheming something. But Dad told me about your bloodlust.” I scrunch up my face, looking at him disgusted. “He did what?” “He told me that you were craving Emma’s blood and that it wasn’t a simple necessity to bond. Maybe you should talk to Hendrick. Did you think about that?” the traitor asks, anger rippling through me. It is true that I have been craving Emma’s blood. I had thought about if there would be a way to drink other blood to not harm her, but I feel sick to my stomach even thinking of blood from someone who is not her.