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Chapter 63 – Unwanted Reinforcements
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The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 70 – Reflections
Eva’s POV The scent of old paper clings to my clothes. Dust floats lazily in the warm shafts of light pouring through the tall, arched windows, turning the air golden. Someone left a mug half full of cold tea on the side table. It smells faintly of mint and something herbal I can’t place. A book lies face-down beside it, pages dog-eared and curling at the edges. This part of the castle feels older than the rest. More… aware. Like it’s watching me. I walk slowly along the nearest bookshelf, letting my fingers drift across the uneven spines of ancient tomes. Some are wrapped in leather, others in bark, stitched together with twine or thread that hums softly with forgotten magic. Most are written in languages I don’t recognize, but my fingers linger on them anyway, drawn by the residual warmth of something once powerful. From the hallway, I hear the unmistakable sound of Parker and Trixie bickering. “We wouldn’t have been stuck that long if someone hadn’t poked the jellyfish or
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 69 – Whispers and Fools
Michael’s POV We probably should’ve stayed in the library. That’s what I keep thinking as Lenny and I creep through another corridor lined with cobwebs and regret. I still smell old paper and ink from earlier, like it’s clinging to my hoodie, but it’s fading fast—replaced by damp stone and something that might be… mildew? Torch in one hand, I peer down the hallway, which twists like a snake that’s had a bad day. The walls feel too close, like they’re listening. Watching. “This place gives me the creeps,” I mutter, inching closer to Lenny. “Why did we think this was a good idea?” “We didn’t,” he hisses, glancing behind us for the sixth time in a minute. “You said—and I quote—‘We should make ourselves useful.’” I sigh. “Yeah, I say a lot of stupid things when I want to impress people.” “Who were you trying to impress? The books?” “Maybe.” Truth is, after watching Eva, Theo, Sonia, Trixie, and Parker all dive into magical tomes and actual prophecies, I kind of wanted to
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 68 – Dust and Chaos
Theo’s POV I run my fingers along the leather spines of the ancient tomes, feeling the bumps and scratches carved by centuries of use. Most of these books haven’t been touched in years. Their bindings crackle softly under my touch, and the scent of old parchment clings to the air—earthy, musty, and somehow comforting. This library is massive. Three levels deep, with spiraling shelves that stretch into shadows, carved stone ladders, and floating platforms that hum softly when summoned by magic. I keep bumping my knee into the same chipped step, and there’s a cobweb stuck to my sleeve I keep forgetting to pull off. Eva stands a few feet away, fingers splayed across an open book, completely still except for the occasional flicker of her eyes. She hasn’t said much since we got here, but I can feel her focus. It radiates off her like heat—intense, silent, and pulsing with urgency. Sonia’s perched halfway up a ladder, flipping through a handwritten grimoire that smells like burned s
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 67 – The Girl in the Mirror
Lily’s POV The door clicks shut behind Father, and I’m alone again. The room is beautiful—too beautiful, too quiet. White curtains sway against sealed windows, soft blue pillows nest on a bed I never made, and polished wooden floors reflect moonlight that never touches skin. Not really mine. Just a room I exist in. I sit on the edge of the bed, brushing my fingers through my hair—light blonde, always soft, always tidy, like someone else keeps it that way when I forget. Father says I’ll be better soon. That the illness is nearly gone. That I’m almost strong enough to see the world again. But the world outside feels like a fairy tale told too many times. Familiar, but false. I reach beneath my pillow and slip out the little mirror I keep hidden there—round, no bigger than my palm. I don’t remember where I took it from. A maid’s pocket? A drawer? I just remember hiding it fast, like it mattered. My reflection stares up at me, distorted in the curve of the glass. Green eyes.
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 66 – A Prayer in Chains
Selene’s POV The cell is silent except for the slow, steady drip of water from a crack in the ceiling. I sit curled on the cold stone floor, back pressed against the damp wall, knees drawn to my chest. The shackles on my ankles no longer chafe—they’ve become part of me now. Part of the quiet ache that never leaves. Above me, a sliver of moonlight filters through the narrow barred window. Pale and soft, like a fading memory. The Moon Goddess watches silently, as she always has. Distant, unreachable—but the only presence I dare speak to. “I don’t ask for myself,” I whisper, my voice raw from disuse. “Just let him fail.” My head leans back against the wall with a soft thud. “Let him fail before he ruins them too.” Them. My daughters. Torn apart by his lies. One locked even deeper than me in a chamber I’ve never seen, drugged and kept docile, told she is sick. The other… I don’t know. He told me she was taken. Stolen in the night. I believed him for years. But now, I wonder. I
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 65 – A Ripple in the Web
The Killer’s POV The fire crackles in the hearth, but it doesn’t warm me. It never does. I stand in the middle of my study, eyes fixed on the ancient map stretched across the desk like a corpse waiting for dissection. My fingers tap against the wood—quiet, steady, impatient. Something’s shifted. I feel it. A ripple through the web I’ve so carefully woven across this wretched land. Dark wards, shadow-bound snares meant to twist, to veil, to lead heroes down the wrong path—now they tremble. Not break. Not yet. But they twitch, like startled prey sensing a predator nearby. Annoying. I move to the window. Outside, the storm gathers like a mood I didn’t ask for. The wind howls through the trees with a dramatic flair I’d admire if it weren’t such a cliché. Honestly, if fate wants to make a statement, it could at least try something new. Maybe raining frogs. “They’ve reached the castle,” I mutter. Of course they have. I hoped the illusions would buy me more time. That the hau
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 64 – Into the Labyrinth
Parker’s POV This is definitely the third time we’ve passed that creepy portrait. I squint at the smug-looking man with too many teeth and a hat that screams “compensating.” “I’m telling you, he’s mocking us.” “I don’t think it’s a portrait,” Michael whispers behind me, inching away from the wall. “I think it’s watching us.” Trixie crosses her arms. “You should’ve let me lead.” “You said to follow the draft,” I remind her, turning slowly in place. “And we did,” she says, gesturing wildly, “straight into the Bermuda Triangle of hallways!” “Technically, that was my line,” Lenny adds, chewing on something suspiciously crunchy. “But she’s not wrong.” I drag a hand down my face. “Okay. We go left this time.” “We already went left,” Trixie snaps. “No, last time we went Michael’s left,” I say, already moving. “My left was emotional, not directional,” Michael mutters, poking a suspiciously damp stone in the wall. “Why is everything in this castle wet?” “Because it’s a
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 63 – Unwanted Reinforcements
Parker’s POV We shouldn’t be doing this in a storm. I say nothing as we slip through the soaked woods, boots sloshing through mud, cloaks plastered to our backs. The wind cuts sideways, rain battering my face like needles. Just ahead, the crumbling tower of the old castle rises through the fog like a bad omen—its jagged silhouette the only thing more miserable than the weather. Trixie pulls her hood tighter. “This feels like the part in every horror story where people die for being curious.” “We’re not curious,” I mutter, stepping over a twisted root. “We’re concerned. It’s different.” “Still stupid.” She’s not wrong. By the time we reach the base of the hill, we’re drenched, teeth chattering. The iron gate groans when I push it open, and the old stones beneath our feet seem to thrum with some buried memory—like the castle recognizes us and isn’t pleased. The door creaks open with an ominous moan. Inside, the air is thick with dust, magic, and something older. Colder.
The executioner and the Alpha King Chapter 62 – Sparks in the Storm
Parker’s pov The wind howls like a creature clawing at the edges of the main castle. We barely make it inside before the downpour starts, soaked to the bone from the training grounds. I shove the heavy door shut behind us, grunting as the latch thuds into place. Trixie peels off her jacket and shakes it out, spraying water across the stone floor. “Great timing,” I mutter, wiping my face with a sleeve. “Couldn’t wait five more minutes, could it?” “You’re blaming the weather now?” she says, setting her damp boots near the hearth. “It’s not like the storm checked your schedule.” I ignore her and toss a few logs onto the embers in the fireplace. The fire’s nearly out—just our luck. I crouch, strike a match, and coax the flame back to life. The shutters rattle as I move to close them, slamming one shut against a particularly vicious gust. “Couldn’t wait a little longer, could they?” I glare at the lightning-slashed sky. “Had to go ghost-hunting in a cursed ruin during a damn st
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