The Blood Traitor Novels & Stories

“She acted under your son’s orders and had my mate kidnapped. Twice.” A slow breath left Serena’s lips. She turned to Kira. “Are you the traitor?” she asked flatly. Kira laughed, a soft, broken sound that made the hairs on my arms rise. “Traitor,” she repeated. “Such a funny word.” She locked eyes with me. “You should ask her, she’s well acquainted with traitors. It’s in her bloodline.” My jaw clenched. Of course she’d go there. My father’s sins had nothing to do with me, but I wasn’t about to let her spit on my name in front of an outsider.

Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now. This very moment. Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist. Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood. Vampires. Well, one kind specificlly. Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood. Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.

The seal was waking, the traitor smiled. “You condemned me when you thought I was a servant.” He lifted his bloody hand, “You hunted me when you thought I was a traitor.” His gaze settled on Dean. “And now you'll kneel when you realize I'm your blood.” Dean's face hardened, “You're lying.” “Then let the seal decide.” The ancient runes burned brighter, Rowena took another step. “Dean, don't let him touch it.” But the traitor was already moving, his bleeding palm hovered inches above the black moonstone. The chamber trembled, every wolf inside it fell silent. The traitor smiled, “By blood, I claim Blackwolf.”

"They are testing loyalty. A traitor is revealed beneath every attack. Whoever is too quick to react is exposed. Silence follows. I study her closely. She’s no longer afraid. She’s focused. You are telling me that this was set up to drain people out, I say. "Yes," she answers. Somebody is cleaning up your house. I can feel something clinging to me. She is right. The trend becomes evident as soon as you look at it. My men missed it as they were seeking blood, not evidence. Thou art not useless, Marco mumbles. She looks him over. "I never was."

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

"You said you sent people to stay with him! Where are they? Answer me! Where are the bodyguards you arranged, huh?" Her hands trembled as she looked at the horrific pool of blood once more. Being in a chokehold turned Serena's face red. It took a lot of effort for her to squeeze out the words, "I… I don't know…" Dad was also staring at that pool of blood, his body swaying. He nearly fell flat on the floor. "It's all over…" he mumbled. "It's too late… My son…" Mom finally released Serena and crumpled onto the floor beside the blood, desperately clawing at it with both hands, as if doing so would bring her son back.

"I came here to talk about our marriage, Bette, but it seems there's no longer any reason to discuss it." I stepped in front of Ashe and shot back, "Oh my God, you finally get it! Good! Now let's mutually agree never to show up in each other's lives again!" Emil gritted his teeth. "You'll regret this, Bette." I crossed my arms and sneered. He had no idea what true regret felt like. True regret was giving him all my heart and soul, only to be repaid with betrayal, disfigurement, and death. "You'll see." He shot me a murderous glare before walking away.

I could feel the last bit of warmth leaving my body, but at the same time, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over me. The Blood Mirror didn't just extract memories. When the blood of the accused runs dry, the mirror reveals the Final Truth—a reflection not of memory, but of absolute reality. A scene surfaced. It wasn't a distant memory. It was from half a month ago—the real truth behind this so-called "murder." An abandoned clock tower stood stark against the night sky. A figure in a black cloak waited on the roof. It was the leader of the Fallen, a traitor exiled by the clan. His eyes burned with hatred for all pureblood royals.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

The tension in the opera corridor was a live wire ready to snap. Two brothers, both heavily armed and ready to kill, stood locked in a stalemate, fighting over the woman they had simultaneously betrayed and relied upon, only to discover a deeper treachery originating from their own mother. "She goes nowhere with you, Santino," Marco snarled, pulling his gun free and pointing it dangerously toward the ceiling. "She belongs to me. She is a Moretti asset."