Yuga Aoyama Traitor Novels & Stories

“I can’t.” Mira struggled, silver flickering in her eyes. One of the guards tightened his grip. “Elara!” she gasped. Something inside me snapped. “You swore loyalty,” Kael said to Lyra. “I swore survival,” she corrected. “The valley won’t accept a child weapon.” “She’s not a weapon,” I said. “She is a symbol,” Lyra shot back. “And symbols ignite wars.” The guard holding Mira pressed a blade to her throat. “Step back,” he ordered.

It was also its own antidote. Cyrus finally let go of me and let me fall back onto the floor. He watched the faint glowing light under my skin, his eyes full of greed. "What are you hiding in that body of yours? Victor said you swallowed some Moon Essence. Hand it over, and maybe I'll let you die a little quicker." I could barely whisper. "You're never getting it." My answer angered Cyrus as he raised his hand, dark red energy gathered in his palm. It was the mark of someone who had betrayed the Moon Goddess and taken up forbidden magic. "Then take your secret to the grave and keep Sophia company in the underworld!"

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.