Who's The Traitor In Black Clover Novels & Stories

She slid over and off of him like oil on water. I was so stunned my attack failed I almost missed the red glow in his eyes. He grinned. In a rush of recovered memory, I recognized that grin, those eyes, that shaggy black hair, only it dawned on me the last time it was on something way more furry. Jared was the black dog. I knew then he was the traitor all along. He was a member of our coven for well over a year, a young, eager witch fresh from another family, wanting a new start. Erica adored him. They started dating right away. He injected himself into our lives, our hearts, our power and used it against us ever since.

He didn’t know how he could convince Alpha Jason not to attack White Claw Pack. Dylan began cursing Travis for what he had done. He was too reckless and didn’t think of the consequences of his action. He could not understand why Travis would go to the extent of saving the hunter even if it could cause conflict between the two packs. Alpha Jason clenched his fists. “What do you mean there was a traitor among us? Who is the traitor?” Alpha Jason said through his gritted teeth. “I think it was Nikolai.” The werewolf promptly responded to Alpha Jason’s query.

Colt added, sighing. "She's a traitor since she was working for the rogues at the time, and she wouldn't be here right now if I was powerful enough to kill her at the time," Cloe added. Tio eventually grasps the scenario and the issues that Colt and Cloe are discussing. And he can't help but be uneasy because of Colt's tangled past. He is quite concerned about the fact that their past is already hunting them down. "So, what are you going to do now? You all know her, and she presumably knows you as well," Tio said, sighing deeply. "She might use that knowledge she learned about to fight you all."

A traitor? I shoved her quietly and she came back to the present while cleaning her nose. “I'm sorry. Let's go.” She said. I held her as we were about leaving, just one look at the traitor that was once my friend, I discovered that the man in white had finally turned and it turned out to be someone I knew as well. Dan? Cleo's husband? How could he? Why was he here? With Mascot? I had a lot on my mind. What did he want and what would he benefit from my death.

Damon didn’t have time for doubt; he needed answers, and he needed them now. Without a second thought, Damon arranged a private meeting with the suspected traitor. They met in an isolated area, far from the safe house. The confrontation was inevitable. Damon had the proof, and now it was time to face the truth. The traitor tried to deny everything, but Damon wasn’t fooled. The more they spoke, the more Damon could see the cracks in their story. The lies were too smooth, too rehearsed. The traitor's guilt hung heavy in the air. The confession came slowly, reluctantly, but it came nonetheless. The traitor admitted to everything—feeding information to the enemy, undermining the mission, and com

They went completely batshit insane. [Peak hero behavior! That's why he's the GOAT!] [Excuse me, you dropped this crown, king. I'm your knight by day and your fae by night!] [Protect this beautiful man at all costs! (laughs maniacally and cutely) We will kill them all!] God, I cringed so hard I probably gained a few new wrinkles. I ignored his statement and let his fans bask in the high of their crusade for two more days before handing the evidence over to the police.

Until the cleansing was done, no one could get any closer. I looked at Marcus. The man who had bought me my first training uniform was also the same man who had almost killed me with his own hands a moment ago. His eyes were full of regret and fear, but I could not feel sad anymore. I could feel my heart slowing down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cyrus edging backward. He wanted to slip into the forest before Victor called for the inevitable retreat. "Lucian..." I forced the words out of my mouth even when I was gasping. "Go… Go and kill Cyrus… He… He's a traitor!"

“Or leave, before I make you regret it.” The figure stepped closer, hood falling back to reveal a familiar face. Lena’s eyes widened in shock. It was someone she had trusted—someone she had considered an ally. Betrayal carved through her chest like ice. “You…” she whispered, disbelief and fury mingling in her voice. “I’ve been watching, waiting,” the traitor said, lips curling into a cruel smile. “Blackwood grows too strong. Kade grows too powerful. And the Council… they deserve to know everything. Every secret. Every weakness.”

He wouldn't trust us just as much as we don't trust him. I am then taken by surprise when he apologises for the raid back then, but I have a feeling that he really had nothing to do with it. Maxine was the traitor within the pack. Mateo was the traitor or the rogue she was working with, but the one to make payment on Emma was this Joesph.

My stomach dropped—were more coming? Plot twist one: the sniper wasn’t a stranger—she was Claire, the traitor who’d turned on me, now aiming at the Syndicate, her face pale but resolute. “I was wrong, Sophia,” she said, her voice breaking as she lowered her rifle. “I couldn’t let them win.” Her betrayal had been a cover, a desperate bid to infiltrate the Syndicate, and now she was here, risking everything to save us.