Bloodborne Executioner Set Novels & Stories

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

I looked at the clock, it was seven in the evening right now and I have no idea if he left in the afternoon or in the evening before I came back. I slumped against the couch’s back and pursed my lips. Oh God please! Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, Please, PLEASE! Let him come home with a blood bag! Or please make sure he doesn’t drink directly from the person! Please! A royal blood like Quincy is special. If he drinks directly from a person, his fangs have an aphrodisiac effect that also gives the other person a weird sense of pleasure that helps move to the next phase and have sex so please!

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

Through the torn-open side of the vehicle, the thick coastal fog swirled into the cab, bringing with it the smell of burning diesel and blood. Then, two bright red laser sight dots danced across the smoke-filled interior. One settled directly over Jarrah’s bleeding chest. The second red dot crawled up my shoulder, coming to a dead stop right between my eyes. A cold, unfamiliar voice echoed from the fog outside the ruined door, smooth and devoid of any humanity. "Hands where we can see them, Lady Malia. Or I execute the dog protecting you right now.”

"It's possible that Alpha Grayson doesn't know Thantos's reputation for killing children." The fire in Iselyn's eyes continues to burn as she glares at him. "Screw you." "You're purebloods," Jace says. "Royalty in Thantos's eyes. It's also possible that he'd rather offer you some kind of deal than kill you and waste your blood." "Yeah," Ice scoffs. "So it's really a fifty-fifty split." I say softly. "Between whether his love of blood trumps his loathing of our father."

Aria’s scream echoed down the halls as they were swallowed by smoke. Chapter 16 ends with the reveal of a supernatural threat known as the Executioner—a creature immune to silver, who charges at Dorian and Aria, forcing them into a brutal fight that splits them apart in the middle of an ambush. Aria is left screaming as the smoke engulfs them, uncertain if Dorian survives the attack.

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.

“About the hunters? The wolf? Or the fact that something inside me is waking up faster than I can control?” He studied her closely. “All of it. But first, I need you to understand that what happened last night changes everything for the pack.” She swallowed. “Then tell me how.” Adrian exhaled slowly and took her hand, pulling her away from the main path toward a quieter part of the forest. The touch of his skin steadied her, anchoring her in ways she couldn’t explain. When they reached a moss-covered stone near a small stream, Adrian finally spoke. “Bloodborn are not just rare,” he said. “They are catalysts. When one rises, the world shifts in response. Packs rise or fall. Old enemies stir.

"Initialize the purification. Clear the platform." At the exact same fraction of a second, Madox turned back toward the Silvertooth vanguard, his face twisted in a murderous, self-righteous rage. "Warriors! Fulfill the law! The traitor and the parasite die together!" The execution order was absolute. From the southern ridge, a platoon of fifty elite vampire archers stepped into the light, their frost-tipped longbows drawn to their breaking points, their sights locked onto the center of the ring. From the northern slope, the radical wolf elders raised a row of heavy, silver-injected mechanical crossbows provided by the remnants of Lord Gorgon's black-market shipments.

He was the **Executioner** of Aethelgard. "Subject 01 identified," the Silas-Sentry boomed, his voice a cold, mechanical chorus. "Violation of 'Reality-Protocols' detected. Initiating: **Final Deletion**." He raised a massive, white blade of light, aimed directly at my flickering heart. And then, a new sound filled the air. It wasn't a scream. It was a **Song**. From the shadows of the "Stitched" houses, the "Glitches" of the Trash Folder began to emerge. Jack the Noir Man, the Protagonist, the wireframe dragons—they were all here, standing on the streets of Seattle.