Traitors Gate Novels & Stories

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

"That does not make sense Gwendolynn, you will be killed if you are found as a traitor in the army. Think this through." Gwen nodded. "I know, and that's why I'm planning to join the Estrillian army." There was silence. And then her mother chuckled a bit. "That's ridiculous. You won't be able to cross the border let alone get allowed into the army of the enemy. They would think that you are a spy or kill you on the spot. And even if that didn't happen the word would spread of someone from Paria-Drae joining the Estril army and someone from Estril could try to kill you for it."

In defiance he ordered his army to attack Alicia. Alicia had been toying with Kondorst in his mind unbeknownst to him making him believe that he could win. As he marched up the palace steps slaying every Gatekeeper in his path Alicia teleported behind him and stabbed him in the back, then beheaded him to make sure he was truly dead. With their God defeated the morale of the Zeltrans was diminished, so they surrendered. The Collective was enraged and within minutes of being given the news that their brother was dead ordered their armies to kill the Defiler of the Realm, Asjuntar her own father was the leader. The General of an army of Methogorian warriors, snake headed like humanoids who were

“We stay together. No distractions, no mistakes. Trust, loyalty, focus. That’s our shield.” I swallowed, gripping the flash drive tightly. Its weight grounded me, a reminder of what I was fighting for. What we were fighting for. This gate was a reflection of temptation itself, desire, passion, ambition, all made physical, all staring me down like a predator. Elliot squeezed my hand, grounding me. “One step at a time,” he said. “Watch your own impulses, and watch for each other. We cannot falter.” Marcus’s sharp eyes analyzed the gate. “It reacts to emotional states. Fear strengthens the illusions. Desire fuels the traps. Only clarity of intent, trust in one another, and focus on our goal wil

Violet sobbed uncontrollably, refusing to say a word. Unable to watch any longer, Joshua clicked his tongue and ordered the bodyguards, "If she won't talk, break her legs. If she still refuses, gouge out her eyes. Just looking at her makes me sick."

“How?” “How often do people use the other gates in this pack?” “Not often, but I’ve set a rule forbidding them from using the south, east, and west gates at all. Only the main gate.” “Okay, have some people plant wolfsbane on the outer parts of the other gates, cover them up with regular plants and during the next attacks the rogues will either die because they didn’t know the poisonous plants were there, or avoid it... letting you know you’ve got a mole.”

And carved into the wall above him, written in his blood, were five words: **THE GATE WILL OPEN SOON.** Kael’s face was stone. "We search everything. Every room. Every passage. We found the traitor." But deep inside, Aria feared something worse. What if the traitor wasn’t just someone hiding in the shadows? What if the gate was already open... just enough for something to slip through? That night, Elara woke up screaming. Aria rushed to her side. Rowan stirred but did not wake. Elara clutched her mother’s arm, eyes wide with terror.

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.

“I’ll find them. I’ll *end* this. I won’t rest until I’ve torn apart every last one of them.” Just as the words left his mouth, the door to the room opened once more. This time, a guard entered, his face pale, his breath coming fast, as if he had run all the way from the outer battlements. “My Lord,” the guard panted, bowing before Caden. “There’s been movement. A few of the traitors have made their way into the city. They’re organizing. We believe they plan to strike soon.”