The Blood Traitor Novels & Stories

Not perfect and not whole but okay. The Volkov legacy would continue. Broken, rebuilt, and somehow stronger for having survived the worst. THE END. THANK YOU DEAR READER. BIG LOVE TO ALL IRINA'S, DIMITRI'S AND ALEXEI'S LOVERS. BIG LOVE TO ALL THE CASTS LOVERS. BIG LOVE TO THE BETRAYAL AND BLOOD READERS, YOUR SUPPORT MEAN ALOT💙💙💙💙💙

“What… what is happening to me?” The traitor’s laughter filled the hall again, triumphant. “Finally. The blood of fire and shadow awakens. The last of your kind, reborn in the body of a girl who never should have lived.” Killian roared, his massive wolf tearing across the floor to tackle the traitor. He slammed him into the stone wall with a sickening crack, claws digging into his chest. “You will not touch her!” But the traitor only choked on a laugh, blood dribbling from his lips. “Touch her? Killian, I don’t need to. She’s already changing. And once she does, she’ll destroy you herself.”

“You are an Alpha blood, that is something that I don’t want you to forget, regardless of the fact that you’re my son’s mate, that doesn’t mean that you would forget who you are. Your blood is strong, and that is something that I do not want you to forget. Dean is going to value it as well and that is something that everyone is going to be forced to value and respect, whether or not they liked it. Otherwise, I will be the one standing in their faces. Therefore, this is the last time that I want to see you lowering your face to anyone or anything.” “Even though I am considered a traitor, where I came from?” I asked and she smiled softly. “You are no traitor.” She said, taking me by surprise.

The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and compromising the team. But as the confession continued, Damon heard something that made his blood run cold. The traitor wasn’t working for the enemy because they wanted power or wealth. They were forced into it, blackmailed, coerced. They had been promised something they couldn’t resist, something that had led them to betray the people who had once been their closest allies. Damon didn’t know whether to feel pity or anger. The lines between right and wrong were starting to blur, and Damon was losing his grip on everything he had once believed in.

It was over in seconds, three corpses now slumped in the chairs where moments ago there had been living men. Dante stood in the center of the carnage, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his hands and splattered across his face and chest. He turned to me, his eyes still more red than gold, and I could feel through our bond that he was struggling to maintain control. The hybrid wanted to hunt, wanted to tear through the compound until the traitor was found and destroyed, wanted to paint the walls with the blood of anyone who might have betrayed us. "We have a traitor in our midst," he said, his voice rough and layered with the hybrid's growl. "Someone we trust, someone with access to sensi

Mom towards the front of the room and folders her legs underneath her before looking at each one of us. "So your great, great, great, great grandma Helena was the elder that insisted on a truce with the surrounding wolf packs after the Scarlet Blood War. As you all know, the Scarlet War caused a lot of witch and wolf bloodlines to go extinct. But the killing didn’t stop there, due to the rivalries between the witch covens and wolf packs. Not only were the witch and wolf hunters killing us, but we were killing each other, so a truce was something that was desperately needed. We all needed to feel safe again, so the treaty passed without too much rebellion."

AYRA’S POV: Betrayal feels like blood is oozing out of every pore in your body pricking like a needle at every inch and never leave you with a relief but a trauma. I was more concerned about as I cried when I asked him if Sabrina was part of his plan or not.

I pressed. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could see the tiny scar at the corner of his mouth. “Because some things deserve being burned.” He left me then, and I stood in the hush of the room with a pulse in my throat that sounded like a drumroll. The plan was set. Trapani’s night would hold its breath and then exhale metal and manifest. Some loyalties could be negotiated out of a map and a ledger. Some would require blood.

Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours. And then—Gabriella Vitale, Alessandro’s niece, a woman who had never been involved in the war, never part of the strategy, never meant to be caught in this. She had been left in the wreckage of the attack—a message. One that meant Elena wasn’t just playing for power. She was playing for pain. And that meant she had just signed her own death sentence. Leonardo stood beside me in the estate’s war room, the map of Milan spread before us, the details of the attack now evidence.

Traitor’s End (Gideon’s POV) My boots pounded the blood-slicked floor of Bloodclaw’s hideout, my eyes blazing as I chased Adam’s scent through the corridors. The traitor’s face burned in my mind, his betrayal cutting deeper than any claw. Vera’s gasp—“No”—echoed from the trapped chamber behind me, where she and Gabriel faced Kael’s cage, but my wolf roared, locked on Adam, my former assistant who’d sabotaged Starfang.