Novel & Cerita Who's The Traitor In Black Clover

"It was her! This bitch ruined everything! If her ritual hadn't backfired, the wards would have held!" "So you locked her in here to torture her?" I raise an eyebrow. "You're as cruel as ever, Jayden." "She betrayed me!" he screams hysterically. "Lacey, I admit I wronged you, but Chloe is the real traitor!" "A traitor?" I laugh. "She just built the altar according to the blueprint I gave her. It's not like she meant to harm you." Jayden freezes. "What?" "I gave her a flawed blueprint," I admit calmly. "She was just a pawn in my game of revenge."

And if the traitors were among them, how would she ever know? That evening, the mysterious man returned. His face was shadowed by the hood of his cloak, and his eyes glinted with something Lyra couldn’t quite place. “I have information,” he said, his voice low. “The traitors are closer than you think. They’ve already infiltrated your ranks. It’s only a matter of time before they strike.” Lyra felt a chill run down her spine. She had known it was coming, but hearing the confirmation was still unsettling. “Who?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We now know that the traitor has been feeding our enemies critical information. This act of treachery not only endangered our defenses but also threatened to shatter the unity we’ve so desperately rebuilt. Today, we must confront this betrayal head-on.” Around the table, members of the inner circle—Hart’s trusted lieutenants, Kira, and even Elder Darius from the rogue camp—nodded solemnly. Their faces, etched with exhaustion and lingering distrust, reflected the shared pain of the revelation. For many, this was a wound that ran deep—a reminder that even in a pack united by hope, darkness could seep in from within.

I breathed out in surprise as she stared at me with emotionless eyes. No! I thought as I blinked again. I must be imagining things because there was certainly no way that she could have been the traitor. There was no way that she would do this to us. When I looked again, I saw two men dragging out a beaten up and battered Benjamin. Each man held each of his arms like he was something to be made display of. “You're kidding me. You have to be!” I yelled at Clara. She was the traitor. She was the one who had been giving the rogues information.

They must let the Aces and turn to face me, I signaled. The8 greeted me. "Boss." Allison questioned, "You are intoxicated again?" My childhood best buddies are these people. I've been with them since our training days. I have all of their loyalty up to this point. I set down the glass that contained only wine and asked them both, "Any update on that old man?" They sat on the single couches in front of me in my office, where I had gone straight from the bedroom. "We failed to capture the fucking traitor. However, the driver, who is the traitor's right hand, his life is in our hands," Khlea declared gravely, "What do you want us to do to him? Or should we hand him over to you?"

"Oh God, you and Marco are the traitor... Don't you feel some sort of embarrassment for letting them steal the female of your kind and to be made a sex slave? Does their life mean nothing to you? Hyatt laughed. He was having the time of his life. Laughing like she had just made a joke. It's sad that such a good-looking guy can be so evil. Unlike his masters, he wore black trousers and a black T-shirt. His chest was lean and bulky and with blonde hair that was trimmed and combed back, he could've been a model. Good God, woman. In a matter of months, you are able to figure out the mystery behind the fallen King and Queen of the Makkari Kingdom. Others before you either died or were just too du

"After them!" I shouted, my heart pounding as I sprinted forward, Noah and Selena close behind. The traitor had disappeared into the shadows of the hall, slipping away like a ghost. We rushed through the narrow corridors, the weight of betrayal pressing down on us. The traitor—a former ally, a trusted figure—had turned against us. My father, Leo, the man who had built this pack from the ground up, was now in danger. I couldn’t allow them to succeed.

I leaned against the edge of the table, arms folded again, like I was trying to hold myself back from shattering something. “There was a traitor,” I began. “Someone inside White Claw Pack. He’s been feeding Koren information since Jasper Holloway’s married you.” Her breath caught. “Who?” “Tristan” Braxten spat. “Tristan Fern.” Bella's heart sank. Tristan had trained with her brothers and fought beside them. "He used to give me apples from the orchard behind the training field when I was a child. I remembered him laughing with Brent during bonfires."

They crashed to the ground. I screamed, lunged, tore the rogue away, blood spraying over my claws. Marcus rose, wild, dripping with red. And then someone new stepped out of the trees. Not a rogue. A man. Tall. Cloaked in black. His eyes burned with a knowing that froze me still. He didn’t fight. He didn’t need to. The rogues bent away from him like shadows bowing to fire. He stood at the edge of the clearing, smiling at me. His voice cut me in half. “So. The traitor’s daughter shows her face.”

“I won’t if you promise me that you will forget her and marry Chloe.” Helios’s heart seems enveloped with barbed wire. He tried his best to understand everything—he was just fighting for his love. “If Cliff didn’t tell me about it… I wouldn’t know about it,” Don Lincoln said. Helios now darted his gaze toward the man that stood beside his father. Cliff—the traitor. Helios trusted him as his reaper, but he ended up spoiling his plans. “Be grateful that I didn’t kill you, traitor!” it was Ambrose who stood up beside Helios.