Traitors Gate Novels & Stories

They never do. Ahead stood the traitors’ manor, nestled at the far end of the West estate, proudly built generations ago to match the grandeur of the main house. But today, it would be reduced to a tomb. The guards at the gate spotted them first. Their eyes widened with fear, but before one of them could raise his hand to his ear and bark a command, silent bullets did the talking. The guards dropped instantly. Detroit kept walking. However, one of those with twin swords zoomed past Detroit. His destination was the bar gate.

However, the powerful sprinklers positioned at the gate are immediately activated, and liquid pours on the gate, dousing the fire. Phew. What a relief. Unfortunately, this is also part of the strategy of the attackers, as the water in the faucets has been replaced by petrol, and I’m sure you can guess who did this. The one-legged Sebastian. To the utter dismay of the soldiers in the Territory, the gate erupts in a very huge fire, fueled by the contents of the sprinklers. Already, Milos has been notified of the attack, and the ball is in disarray, and the wolves are in fear. Milos quickly mobilizes his soldiers, and they prepare to launch an attack at every Rogue who comes into the territory.

This was high-pitched and ear-shattering. “You….you are a traitor of your kind. I should have killed both of you when I had the chance-" she was cut off when Kael pierced the other knife on her body again. Their eyes both burned in anger and hatred. A flashback of how my mother stabbed my father filled my sight. The melodies rung on my ear, forcing me to shout to ease the pain. The waves came to me, I tried to go back at the shore until everything shut and fell silent. Finally.

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.

"Because you were looking in the wrong place." Kael's jaw hardens. "Explain." Marcus meets his eyes. "The gate wasn't opened by a traitor. It was opened by me." The words land like a bomb. Nobody moves. Nobody breathes. I stare at Marcus. The man who welcomed me into this house. Who told me about the prophecy. Who warned me to trust no one. He opened the gate. He let them in. "Why?" Kael's voice is barely human now. More growl than word.

If Adrian was the traitor… Then this wasn’t just betrayal. It was strategy. And strategy meant someone smarter was pulling the strings. Eventually Ethan returned. With Adrian behind him. The Beta looked confused more than anything. “What’s going on?” Adrian asked. His brown eyes moved between us. “You called for me?” Marcus stepped forward. “Adrian, we need to ask you something.” Adrian’s expression tightened slightly. “What kind of question?” “The west gate,” Davian said. Adrian blinked. “What about it?” Callum spoke next. “It was opened last night before the rogue attack.”

Hiding behind a boulder, I pulled up the feed on my phone. Soon, two rough voices crackled through. The kidnappers had arrived. "It's dark in there. Are they asleep? Let's grab the girl and ditch the guy," one said. The other snorted, "Ditch him? The hirer wants her to be humiliated in front of him." "Rich folks play dirty." "Enough pep talk. Let's get the job done." Joakim Dodson, a scar slicing across his nose and jaw, unzipped the tent. I recognized him instantly as one of my tormentors from my past life.

Was this prophecy, or warning? By noon, the battle slowed, though the cost was heavy. The traitors had opened the gates, but they had not won the throne. Dawnspire still stood—scarred, shaken, but unbroken. Yet victory tasted bitter. Too many loyal men lay dead, their lives lost not to enemy blades but to betrayal. Kaelen stood beside Serenya at the ruined gates, his sword black with blood. “We survived,” he said, though his tone was hollow. “Survived,” she echoed. But survival was not enough. Not when trust itself had been shattered.

You are our Protector, and help us against the disbelieving people. As Maryam closed her eyes she dreamt of two cute chubby girls running around a garden...

A sudden, urgent knock hammered on the door. "Sera! Open up!" Lina's voice was filled with fear. I quickly opened the door, and Lina rushed in, her face terrified. "The Northern Pack! At least thirty warriors! They… they broke through the outer defenses!" "How is that possible?" I asked, shocked. "The Sanctuary's wards shouldn't be breakable by outside force." "There's a traitor inside," she said breathlessly. "Someone weakened the defenses from within." A traitor? Who would—