The Blood Traitor Novels & Stories

“Like hell I will.” “You’re not leaving.” “You think I’m going to sit here and let you punish me for something I didn’t do? For being born?” His gaze flickered. “You were born into them. That’s enough.” “You know nothing about me.” His voice dropped, quiet and dangerous. “I know you carry the blood of traitors. I know your family orchestrated the fall of mine.” “And I was sixteen! I didn’t even shift until I was twenty-one!” “I don’t care.”

Now he could break both of them if he found the Princess Adriana. Did this make him a monster? Of course, and he wouldn’t deny that he enjoyed being a monster. Many of the Blood Traitor Network were what others called Deviants. They didn’t accept the laws and would do things the way they wanted to, and the laws didn’t count or matter to them.

“The one who broke the Blood Pact.” Asha didn’t answer immediately. She let the silence hang between them for a moment before speaking again. “The Blood Pact is dead,” she said, her voice steady. “The royals who’ve used our bloodline to create weapons—they’re the real traitors. And I’ve come to end their rule.” The old man didn’t speak for a long time, just stared at her, measuring her words. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back and gestured for them to enter.

and I stayed silent and waited for him to fall flat on his face , then waited to see if there was another guard who would come out and see if something was wrong and just like that another guard came out and tried to help him but then dropped dead immediately he touched the fallen guard. Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an exti

“And that’s not all. The irony is, rumors speak of a vow the blood maniac has sworn, a promise born in his greed and his ambition, producing the great sinner.” Gunner found himself blinking at his comrade that had already fallen to the side and making himself smaller with one hand that hugged his knee and another clenched his stomach while whimpering like an abused dog. His stomach knotted tightly for no reason. “The Blood Vampire has sworn to become the new overlord,” Nathan spoke in a single breath out of panic. He couldn’t let Gunner take the fall alone. As much as he was a corrupted leader, in front of Shadow, he couldn’t let Gunner take the fall alone. He must have an affinity to attrac

I was given a second opportunity to change into a shadow and the chance to slice their throats one by one. I'm close. I'm so f*cking close to making my mother proud after over thirty years. I've turned into a monster. The people responsible for her killing will pay with the same blood that left her body and my father's. I'm a monster with nothing to lose. The Irish and Russians are my own. He betrayed Mom and was one of the key factors in her murder. He was the one Mom trusted and offered information to in exchange for helping us free. It's just as disgusting who brutally murdered my father and took his authority.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

Neither side remained innocent. My jaw hardened. For more than a century, I'd carried hatred for a bloodline I was taught deserved extinction. Now I wondered how much of that hatred was inherited rather than earned. One record made me stop. It described a Moonblood woman and a young Dravenmoor warrior who attempted to negotiate peace. Both were killed by their own people. Their deaths were later recorded as proof that the opposing bloodline could never be trusted. I stared at the names. The pattern was horrifyingly familiar.

I've never felt so powerless in a room, sitting between two half blood demons and alpha twins. I was scared to even gulp the lump of saliva down my throat, it felt so threatening to even move a muscle. "No. I can't do that." Said Jacob. Their deal was something splendid and even silenced me for the night. What else could I expect from Jean Bloodmond? After their discussion...his gaze turns towards me. Jean Bloodmond...The traitor and the bloody pervert I never could've imagined...

"Now. The code. The sequence you memorized and locked away. Give it to me." He reached down, his fingers hovering agonizingly close to the fresh, bleeding cut on my arm, threatening to pry the raw flesh apart to get to the subdermal tracker beneath. A scream built in my chest, but I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted the copper tang of my own blood. Through the blinding haze of physical pain and the crushing weight of betrayal, a spark of pure, venomous rage flared to life deep inside me.