The Traitor Novels & Stories

I moved closer. The traitor turned at the sound, eyes narrowing. Recognition flashed across their face. “Adrian…” Their voice faltered, disbelief mingling with fear. I stepped into the dim light, weapon trained but not firing. “We need to talk,” I said, voice low, controlled. “You betrayed us. You betrayed her. You betrayed me. And now… you pay the price.” The traitor laughed, harsh, bitter. “You think you can stop this? You’re already behind, Knight. Too late. You’ve already lost.”

" Ian still had on the same silver-gray suit from before, but it was now stained and filthy. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were bloodshot. Honestly, if Ian had paid even the slightest attention to the answers he copied onto his own answer sheets, he would've noticed something was wrong much sooner. Unfortunately, he trusted Shirley too much, just like I had trusted her in my previous life. "Ian, trust me! Repeat the year next year, and I promise I'll help you get into Alpheno College! If not next year, then the year after!" The moment Shirley repeated the exact same words she once told me, something inside Ian finally snapped.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

But unexpectedly, he was bitten by a snake. "After he died, it was just Finn and me. We could barely hang on. I wanted more money, so I fabricated the story about Xavier coming to your rescue. "As for Ms. Hilliker, I drove her to her death. I arranged for her to see the news that day and paid the nursing home's director to keep it hidden from you. "Also, that so-called psychic was actually a hired actor. I was behind everything. I'll turn myself in and go to prison. Please, spare my life!"

Or rather, the lack thereof. “You think you are so smart,” said Vincent, his voice a whip. "But you forget one thing." He leaned very close to her, whispering with a hot breath on her ear. “That is to forget that I am the king of this Mafia world. And in my world, nothing is for traitors."

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

Allison asked, then looked at me. Tito nodded before speaking again. "Stefano is my best friend, but he betrayed me. We had a business together, but he robbed me and took Annie away from me. He made up a story that caused Annie to leave me," he continued to say. "I endured the hardship for a long time because I didn't want to lower my pride just to get back to Adie. Until I couldn't take it anymore, I killed Stefano," he added, causing my eyes to widen.

But what was I living for? Maybe something horrible would happen at the party, and I'd be standing next to him while I shifted, and on accident, I'd tear his jugular clean out of his throat. He'd never expect it. It would be satisfying, but then I'd be branded a traitor, hunted down, and killed by his cronies. Or would I? My options would be to die or flee. Fleeing would send me North to the Hawthornes, and they had a worse reputation than my father.

"Vincent is your husband. This will leave him with nothing." "He should have thought of that before he betrayed me," I said, taking the seat across from him. "And he didn't just betray me. He betrayed the trust of this entire Family." "I need to see the proof." I laid out the photos, the videos, the bank statements. Everything. "Is this enough?" My father's face grew darker with every image. When he saw the photo of Carmen wearing the family necklace, his fist slammed down on the mahogany desk. "That son of a bitch! He gave a family heirloom to a common whore!"

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