Treachery Bleach Novels & Stories

"You were quick." Chloe ignored her and rushed to my side. A warm, white light emanated from her palm as she began a purification ritual. The incantation echoed in the room. I felt the beast blood's corruption being driven out by a holy power. The pain began to fade. "Where's the Elder's Blood and the cash?" Scarlett asked impatiently. Chloe produced three exquisite crystal vials and a case full of cash from her dimensional ring. "Take it," she said coldly, tossing them at Scarlett's feet.

"You won't keep a single drop of my blood." I walked over to the cabinet where I kept the illegal alchemical tinctures. My fingers, slick with blood, fumbled with the glass vials. I found the one I was looking for—the "Cleansing Draught." It wasn't meant to kill a wolf, but it was designed to "reset" a lineage, to strip a female of any "tainted" connection. If I could lure them to the altar... if I could get close enough to Darlene...

This only made things easier in luring Aria. Rachael looked nothing like she used to be when she was brought out of the dungeon. I had made sure she tasted the good life a bit before wrecking her. Her hair clung to her face, her lips cracked and bleeding, eyes dull but still holding that stubborn gaze that refused to die. I didn’t know whether to admire her or tear it out of her. “You know,” I said quietly, swirling the dagger in my hand—the same dagger that I had used to slit Colin's throat. “it would be so much easier if you’d just say what I want to hear.”

The sheer volume of the thermal drop indicated dozens of massive Lycans swimming silently against the freezing current, preparing to breach the rusted grate and flood into the lower keep. I opened my eyes, the silver light flaring violently in the dark tunnel. I looked at Martha. I didn't shout. I simply dropped my hand. Martha slammed the heavy iron lever downward. The synchronized, mechanical clatter of two hundred iron vats tipping forward echoed through the junction. Hundreds of gallons of boiling liquid silver, concentrated bleach, and lye poured through the iron grates like a toxic waterfall, plunging directly into the freezing, pitch-black water of the aqueduct below.

Stasia's heart ached with remorse, for she had allowed herself to become entangled in a web of deceit spun by her supposed friend. A flood of memories rushed back to her, a chilling reminder of the moment when Leah had secretly sought the counsel of a dark witch. Stasia recalled the ominous scene—the dimly lit chamber, the flickering candles, and the air heavy with the scent of incense. In exchange for a nefarious necklace, Leah had been granted the power to erase Bloom from Liam's memory, leaving only a shadowy void in his heart where she once resided.

Leanne sniggered. “Well it was before I knew about his reputation, trust me if I had known I wouldn’t have touched him with a 10 foot pole!” Ria said acidly. Horrified by what I was hearing I slammed the pot I was holding onto the counter top making the three evil witches jump in fright.

The weight of deception sank in, leaving me grappling with a sense of numbness. Feeling overwhelmed, I reached for my phone and dialed my mother's number. Tears blurred my vision as I cried, desperate for the support I had pushed away. She answered after a few rings, and her voice, filled with concern, cut through the chaos in my mind. I struggled to compose myself, my voice cracking as I poured out the painful truth. "Hello," her voice came through the other end. I attempted to stifle my cries as she repeated the greeting. My voice trembled as I whispered, "Hello, Mum."

Thank you all for always supporting “Sweet Treachery”. I couldn’t have asked for better fans. I love you all!!! I rush to the window to catch a glimpse Of how life used to be wonderful How there were no worries and I was at ease I had my family’s love in full But all I see is the tears of the moon In the form of dew And the life which I once knew Is now a poor shadow of itself PenaciousShewa

Lucas's laughter was like a knife, cutting through the air, mocking Olivia's misery. "Let's see how you plan to pick up the pieces of your shattered life," Lucas sneered, his eyes glinting with triumph. Olivia's eyes widened as the truth dawned on her – he had orchestrated the entire scene, manipulating her like a puppet on strings. "You monster!" Olivia's voice was hoarse from shouting, her body trembling with rage and pain. "You stole my assets, blackmailed me with a fake video, and now this... the edited recording, the forged papers... you're a devil, Lucas!" She sobbed uncontrollably, her body wracked with pain from the beating.

"Their claws were tipped with Silver-Bane. I thought I could fight it off, but your blood is accelerating the reaction." I stared at him in horror. The man who was supposed to be my protector was dying because he had tasted my blood. The very thing meant to save me was killing him. "We have to move," I said, grabbing his tactical vest and hauling him up. "Rowan, look at me! Where is the safehouse?" "Across the bridge," he wheezed. "But Lyra, look at the water." I turned toward the Blackwood River. The water wasn't black anymore. It was glowing a bright, synthetic blue. Julian hadn't just sent guards; he had dumped a chemical tracer into the water supply. If we crossed, the sensors would pick