The Blood Traitor Novels & Stories

I freeze the inside of the area. "Brother," Via reached for the box. When I opened it, it was blood from a human. “Mom bought some from the blood bank. We need it, you need it. ” I nodded and drank a bag of blood from a human. I felt the effect of it on my veins as it crawled to my body. “We already knew the traitor,” Dad said through gritted teeth. "Ashlon Fall." "Ace's Dad?" I was shocked. "It can't be."

Weakness was just as bad as being considered soft, and both traits were the catalyst leading to being stabbed in the back. No matter how loyal we vampires say we are, we all lust for three things: the warmth of a lover, blood, and power. None seated at the table had the latter besides me. I took a breath and cantered myself, then smiled, making the moment pass. "Sweet revenge, brothers. You feast on the blood of traitors tonight." "Is this—" "Yes, Wendall. Viktor was gracious enough to hunt down our two members who thought it better to join our rivals than to remain loyal to us, the Blood Brothers. Let us never forget what happens when we betray our own."

"She was only a child when whatever happened... happened. You can't hold a child responsible for their parents' crimes." "Oh, please!" Freya rolled her eyes dramatically, obviously sick of hearing her cousin's name. "Don't give me that innocent act, Bruno. You know as well as I do what pack law says about bloodlines. The child of a traitor is also a traitor. It's in their blood, their nature. They can't help but betray those who trust them." "That's not—" I started, but she cut me off.

I said. Ronan’s gaze sharpened. “We already knew that.” “No,” I replied. I looked at both of them now. “We’re dealing with someone who was never meant to exist.” The silence that followed was unforgiving. Because that was far worse than a simple traitor. As my gaze drifted back to the mark one last time, one thought settled with absolute clarity. This wasn’t just infiltration. This wasn’t just power. This was blood. And blood had a way of finding its way back, no matter how deeply it was buried.

“Not lies. Not illusions. Truth and blood. And as long as I stand, betrayal will be crushed beneath my hand.” The cheers were slow at first, uneasy. Then louder. Wolves lifted their fists, their voices rising in unison. Fear turned to fury, and fury turned to loyalty. They were mine again. The traitor sagged against his bonds, defeated. His life would end soon enough, but not yet. He would give me names first. Every snake hiding in my pack would be dragged into the light. When the crowd finally dispersed, Cara didn’t move. She stood at my side, her shoulders rigid, her face unreadable.

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.

Dust rose. Then she spoke in a voice that sounded like stone breaking: “Who calls the hand of Malthea?” Bain didn’t flinch. “We need to stop a blood queen.” Malthea lowered her feet to the ground, her chains hissing and vanishing. “Then you need a blood traitor’s strength. One forged in betrayal.” “What kind of betrayal?” Petrov asked. “Her son,” Malthea said. “You already have him.” The chamber fell silent.

How did she managed to sneak into our territory so easily so many times without any relevant source of information. There was always a possibility of having a traitor among us but for some reason I don’t want to believe it. to believe it means I have to look everyone in the same light. To call my own people the traitor, the ones I share the blood, sweat and tears. At the end, all of it will be of no vain. Ravenna finally made her move as she stepped forward and pulled back the dagger from the chest of alpha jack. The body of alpha jack crumbled almost instantly in the ash. His whole body turned into ash not even leaving the bones.

"How something like this could happen so close to your home, and yet no one—absolutely no one—saw or heard anything. Strange, don’t you think?" My jaw locked. I knew exactly what he was insinuating. "What are you getting at, Vincenzo?" He smirked, his satisfaction barely contained. "Sometimes, blood is the most dangerous traitor." A cold weight settled in my gut. The idea that someone within my own family had a hand in this wasn’t just a possibility—it was a threat I could no longer ignore. The memory of Beatrice, bleeding, shaking, flitted through my mind like a curse.

"Thomas, please. Do you really think someone like me would ever choose someone like you?" Fifteen years ago, Thomas Santos swapped his newborn daughter with the child of the woman who broke his heart. Her name was Victoria and since high school, Thomas had always had a strong obsession towards her and after he had his heart broken by her, he sought revenge by all means. His daughter Kiara grew up in a mansion with everything she could ever disguised as Victoria's daughter while Victoria's real daughter Ivy grew up in poverty, beaten and abused by Thomas, the man who was supposed to be her father. Now the girls turned fifteen and happened to study at the same high school. When Thoma