The Blood Traitor Pdf Novels & Stories

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.

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.

A schoolgirl who couldn't even reach my height even after standing on tiptoes, let alone reach my stamina and way of handling traitors. I looked at Igor who was still standing and I saw a damped portion on his shirt. The hit wasn't light, the glass material typically injured him, causing a certain amount of bleeding. "You know what, Igor. Look what did the girl cause you. Blood. Do you understand what sort of a traitor we have in our captive? Betrayal runs in her blood. Like father, like daughter." I put extra pressure on the last phase reminding him something of Iris's father's wrongdoings that could never be accepted in our world.

“You think she believes it? “She doesn’t need to believe it,” I reply. “She just needs us to.” Mateo walks in then, holding a tablet. “I found something. The inscription—‘When blood betrays blood’—it’s not new. It’s from the Codex Sangue. A prophecy written by the Vatican centuries ago. It warns of a bloodline cursed by its own union.” I meet his eyes. “Whose bloodline?” He hesitates. “The Moretti lineage.”

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.

"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

“The traitor isn’t one person.” “What?” “The five bloodlines have been infiltrated.” I stared at her. “There are traitors from each bloodline.” “How many?” She looked toward the darkness. “Five.” The vision shattered. I woke with a scream. Cassian was holding me. “Seraphine!” I grabbed his shirt. “The five.” “What?” “There are five traitors.” Alaric’s face became pale. “What did you see?” “The first bloodlines.” I looked at the diary. “The Wolf. The Royal. The Moon. The Shadow. The Gate.”

Dorian mutters. “Dorian, what if I don’t want to drink anything anymore? My blood rejects every formula that enters my body, and… it’s destroying me.” “But your silver blood is an anomaly. I think it’s a genetic defect and—” “It’s Sacred Blood,” I cut him off. I am tired of lying anymore. It feels like I have hidden enough already about my blood and the Forbidden Arts that triggered it. “What’s happening to me has nothing to do with genetic abnormalities, Dorian. This is something passed down through my bloodline, and I only recently found out.”

I had one hand around a traitor’s throat and the other wrapped around a glass of infernal wine, already planning which omega I’d knot first and which one I’d let bleed out after. Then it punched through the walls like divine violence. Lunar blood. Pure. Untouched. Mine. The crystal glass slipped from my fingers and shattered into a thousand glittering pieces. Wine bled across the marble like fresh slaughter. Every wolf in the room froze. The traitor at my feet pissed himself, hot urine soaking my boots. The omegas stopped mid-moan, thighs trembling, eyes wide with animal fear. I stood slowly. My cock thickened so fast the seams of my trousers ripped. Fangs punched through my gums, long and v

Blade promised to keep me safe and I will trust in him. I take in deep breath as Julian points at me and yells, “This is unnatural! She doesn’t count for shit! Tell that damn man he still owes me and if he doesn’t pay up then I won’t just come for him. I’ll come for his pretty little half-blood too!” He pauses, his eyes flickering up to meet mine and the corner of his mouth twitches up as he says, “In fact, we should show him what we do to those that make a mockery of us.”