Bloodborne Executioner Set Novels & Stories

Their heirs and appointed proxies, accustomed to wielding power in their stead, now sat amongst their awakened sires and grand-sires, a palpable tension thrumming in the air like an impending storm. These were creatures who had warred with each other for centuries, their grudges as old and deeply ingrained as the stone of the very room they occupied. Vampires, their aristocratic bearing radiating an aura of ancient power and cold indifference, sat stiffly, their crimson eyes scanning the room for any sign of treachery. Werewolves, their raw, untamed energy barely contained beneath a veneer of human civility, fidgeted restlessly, their senses on high alert, sniffing the air for any hint of da

I growl out. "Both alive," he says grabbing an attacker by the throat. "Holding out," he adds, snapping the neck of the intruder. "Does Cyre have any idea, what these are?" I ask again, referring to the bone fighters. Darren nods. "She calls them Hallowborns. Dead soldiers. They can't be killed unless Sharona is." He adds, stating the obvious. "We've experienced a lot of casualties, Darren." My body scream with every movement, lungs burning, the stench of blood clogging my nose.The storm above cracks like the sky is tearing apart. Rain lashes down, heavily, hissing against the bodies piling up around us.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HIS FIRST KILL “A man doesn’t become a monster. He just finds out what was already in him.” He was thirteen the first time someone handed him a gun. It was a summer night in Palermo. The kind of heat that clings to the bones. Alessio Moretti stood in the back of a butcher shop that doubled as a safehouse, blood on the floors, sweat on his neck, the sound of meat hooks swinging faint in the dark. Don Salvatore was there. So was his father. And in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man with a bag over his head and a bruise blooming around his eye.

Now that you're back, Ronan, stay and watch my miracle unfold. Bennett swiftly took action, with Derrick right on his heels. The pair had already formed an unspoken bond. Together, as two elite transcendent warriors of the eighth rank, they quickly overpowered Ronan, leaving him unable to fight back. Ultimately, he was subdued. Bennett ordered, "Capture everyone from the Inferno Order and Naesbrey Fortress. Once I eliminate Umbra, extract her essence, and utilize the Blood Sacrifice Technique to achieve the ultimate power, these individuals will serve as the components for my blood sacrifice!"

"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."

The shattered silver gate crashed across the sanctuary floor like thunder. Dust exploded into the glowing air as the execution hunters stormed into the underground city with terrifying discipline. Unlike the ordinary council forces above, these wolves moved without hesitation or fear, their black armor covered in ancient markings specifically designed to suppress Lunar bloodlines. Silver chains hung from their belts beside crescent-shaped blades glowing faintly beneath the sanctuary light. And every single one of them stared directly at Aria. The leader stepped forward first, tall and broad-shouldered, with a scar running across one eye and a long silver spear resting in his hand. His expres

He emerged from the shadows, into a massive cavernous dungeon. The air was cold, smelling of old decay. The anchor was hanging in the middle of the room over a black water pit. It was a great big beating heart, all of crystallized, glowing blood. Dozenous powerful, throbbing magical arteries were attached to the crystal heart, leading straight to the coastal barrier. Four huge Vampire Executioners stood under the heart, their bodies grotesquely twisted by dark magic. Jace didn't hesitate. He was the Vanguard's deadly ghost.

I saw Calhoun occupied, tearing into a wolf, and then I saw him. The Executioner. He was rising from the dirt, his silver mask cracked, his movements slow and predatory. Jinx was distracted, her back turned as she spoke to Calhoun. She looked so human in that moment, beautiful yet vulnerable despite the light leaking from her skin. The Executioner pulled a hidden dagger, the blade coated in a shimmering, oily purple toxin. He didn't go for Calhoun. He went for the prize. He went for Jinx. Time didn't just slow down, it stopped.

“Written by the original guardians who forged the curse to bind the darkness.” John glanced at the tome’s cover etched with the same symbol as the obsidian heart. “So this is the origin?” “Yes,” the keeper said, stepping back into the shadows. “And within these pages lie the key to ending the curse or unleashing it fully.” Sarah opened the tome carefully. The words revealed a tale of an ancient lineage the Bloodborne whose sacrifice sealed away a monstrous power known as the Hollow. But the Hollow was not destroyed; it was imprisoned within the heart, guarded by the blood vow’s descendants.