Who Was The Traitor In Black Clover Novels & Stories

Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping as if under the weight of something unbearable. "Sera… I didn’t want you to find out like this. But there are things you don’t understand, things that go deeper than you realize." I narrowed my eyes, not liking where this was headed. "Stop speaking in riddles, Caleb. If you know something that could save Silverwood, you need to tell me now." He took a deep breath, his gaze finally meeting mine with a mix of guilt and resolve. "I’m not the traitor, Sera. But I’ve been working with someone who is."

"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.

Emilia nodded, her determination renewed. "I'm with you," Emilia said. "Let's do this." As they began to investigate, Emilia and Liam discovered that the traitor was someone close to them. Someone they had trusted. Emilia's heart sank as she realized who it was. "It's Lucas," Emilia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Liam's eyes widened in shock. "No," Liam said. "It can't be." Emilia nodded, her eyes locked on Liam's. "I'm sorry," Emilia said. "But it's true. Lucas is the traitor."

A beautiful one, maybe, but it holds you back. Exhausted, I tossed the file onto his desk to relieve myself of it, but then it opened and the names of the nine traitors glared up at me, men who had turned and helped Wesley Black against me. It wasn't their betrayal that gnawed at me as much as the idea that I, Damian Blackwood, the untouchable king of Vieuti, was considered by these men to be vulnerable, predictable, and human. And they did not hesitate to use it against me. Not in the least. The door to the bedroom creaked open, and there she was.

"Jax, Zilo, Klaus... one of you is the leak. Or someone close to you. I can feel the treachery in the air. it tastes like ozone and copper." "We’ve been in the trenches together, Sofia. We’re the Covenant," Klaus said, stepping out from the shadows near the back of the tent. He was a man of middle age, a former quartermaster from the palace who had joined them after the first riot. He had always been quiet, efficient, and remarkably good at stretching their meager rations. "To suggest one of us is a traitor is to do the Queen’s work for her. You’re letting the strain of the eclipse break your mind."

he said. She left. ––– A few moments later, Clover walked in. “Grand Lord wants you,” he said, head bowed. “Why?” Madden asked. “There was a spy in the cartel. She was caught, but she escaped.” “A spy? Interesting. But how did she escape? I mean, there are a lot of members there.” Madden exhaled smoke through his mouth and nose. “Rollins and Moon were the only members available when the spy arrived. Moon attacked, but the spy was stronger than both of them, and she escaped when Moon lost consciousness,” Clover explained, his head still lowered.

Was this the beginning of true unity, or a fragile illusion that would shatter at the first betrayal? In the heart of the melee, I spotted him the traitor from Moonstone’s inner circle, a high-ranking elder named Thorne who had fed Vexar the corrupted moon-lilies for years. He fought alongside the shadow-tainted, his robes stained with the evidence of his deceit. “There!” I bellowed, pointing with a bloodied claw. “The serpent in our own nest!”

He’s had countless chances. And Gregor? No. Gregor didn’t even know what went down in Paris until now. He wasn’t even part of that mission. He had no clue Rain crossed a line she never thought she would, that she pulled the trigger, that she killed someone to protect me. Gregor wasn’t the type to keep that kind of secret if he knew. So then who? Who was the traitor hiding in plain sight? Who was the imposter cloaked in loyalty, pretending to be one of mine?And who the hell was manipulating them? Who had the gall to come for me using my own people as pawns?

I stared at the surveillance screen in disbelief, watching as Griffin Mercer sat down across from Claire with the casual confidence of someone who had nothing to hide. Griffin Mercer, the alpha who had been one of our earliest coalition supporters, whose son had died during the Montana assault, who I had personally apologized to for not being able to save everyone. Griffin Mercer was the traitor. "Tell me I am seeing this wrong," Owen said beside me, his voice tight with barely controlled fury. "Tell me that is not Griffin sitting with Claire right now."

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.