Traitors Gate Novels & Stories

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

I asked him and he looks at the flickering light in my room. "Who it was or who they were". He muttered to himself and I scowled. "You just said you found a traitor, who was it? a traitor mean one person, traitors mean more than one. Which is it, Reece?" I asked and he laughed. "It was one person, at first, then it became two. And although the second person isn't directly a traitor he is an accomplice." he said and I stopped pushing him to reply, he looked like he was in the middle of a conversation with himself so I let him be.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

"I came here to talk about our marriage, Bette, but it seems there's no longer any reason to discuss it." I stepped in front of Ashe and shot back, "Oh my God, you finally get it! Good! Now let's mutually agree never to show up in each other's lives again!" Emil gritted his teeth. "You'll regret this, Bette." I crossed my arms and sneered. He had no idea what true regret felt like. True regret was giving him all my heart and soul, only to be repaid with betrayal, disfigurement, and death. "You'll see." He shot me a murderous glare before walking away.

Whispers hissed like snakes. He stopped in front of the dais, kept my hand in his. Thorne spoke first. “The breach tonight was no accident. Someone opened the south gate from inside. We have a traitor.” Murmurs rolled through the crowd. Lyra stepped forward. “It was her.” She pointed straight at me. “Aria’s been meeting rogues. She’s marked by one after all so she must have let them in.” Kade squeezed my hand, hard. I lifted my chin. “That’s not true.”

I was the bridge, and the bridge was starting to crack under the weight of their egos. “We have reached the first station,” Hala said, pointing ahead. Through the thinning mist, a massive structure began to loom. It wasn't a tower or a palace. It was a gate—a colossal archway made of black obsidian and white bone, reaching five hundred feet into the grey sky. It was carved with the images of a thousand wolves, all of them kneeling before a central figure who had no face. The Gate of the First Abandonment. At the base of the gate, a figure was waiting.

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.

Took the document. Read it. --- *By the Authority of the High Council of the Holy Clan, in Service to the Sacred Doctrine of Purity and the Preservation of the Moonborne against Demonic Corruption,* *Let it be known to all packs, all settlements, all territories, all Alpha seats, all neutral holdings, and all beings of lunar wolf heritage anywhere in the mortal world:* *THE GATE OF SEPARATION HAS BEEN BREACHED.* *The sacred boundary between the mortal realm and the demonic realm, maintained for three thousand years at tremendous cost by the faithful of the Holy Clan, has been compromised by an act of deliberate treason.*

"Spit it out!" The interrogator swallowed hard, avoiding the gruesome sight on the autopsy table, and began to read quickly. "The commander confessed that three months ago, the Rogue Alpha needed our Forbidden Zone's defensive layout to assassinate the Council of Elders." "Their original plan was to capture a lone pack member and corrupt them with dark magic and money." "But that night, they ran into Miss Wren." The interrogator's voice faltered for a moment, as if trying to organize his thoughts. "These were the rogue commander's exact words: 'We had already arranged a meeting spot with our insider. The traitor promised to lure someone important from the pack to us, to use as a bargaining c

The sorceress slunk back, seemingly displeased not to have provoked a more entertaining response from Cazer, she rasped again, “It is not for me to divulge the secrets of the other Gateways to mortals.” “It wouldn’t be for nothing.” Cazer replied. Not having entered into the dark sorceress’s lair unprepared, his prior research into the Guardian of the Night Gate had revealed themes of an insatiable lust for sacrificial offerings in order to appease her. Relying on this knowledge now as he sought to tempt her into disclosing information that only Gateway Guardians were privy to, it appeared that his strategy might succeed as she responded, “Intriguing, what would you offer me?” Unable to just