Bloodborne Executioner Set Novels & Stories

Blood dripped steadily from my arm onto the stone beneath me. The silver bullets burned inside my flesh, poisoning every attempt my wolf made to heal. I looked every one of them in the eye. "Look carefully." Silence answered me. "You watched bullets enter my body." I slid two fingers into the first wound. The silver burned like fire. Pain exploded through my arm. Someone gasped. I smiled wider. "Now..." I dug deeper. "...watch them leave." With one violent pull, I ripped the bullet free. It struck the stone with a sharp metallic clang.

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

"Where do you think you are going little girl?" She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the way he addressed her. "Out. I'm not doing you good by being in here with you." "But I am thirsty." Her eyes widened in realization. "You want to drink... from me?" "What do you think?" He pulled her close, and she looked directly at him, into his eyes. What had gone wrong with the prince? "You shouldn't be so surprised. I am a pure blooded vampire. I easily get tempted." "But you go to war. You should be used to the blood."

I couldn't understand how Set could fight with such fiercity even with the wolf's bane in his blood, weakening his wolf's side. Set pinned 'One' down, sinking his fangs into his neck and ripping out flesh, One growled, pulling out a gun. "Set!" I called out but it was too late, and then the gunshot followed, and it hit Set square in his chest. Set dropped to the floor, and 'One' rose.

I was alone. I tried to stand, but the baby, my Void, reacted. The Executioner, a man who had killed hundreds of Alphas, was like a beacon. Silver energy pulsed through my veins, glowing like liquid metal. My heartbeat matched its rhythm, wild and fast. “There it is,” the Executioner breathed, hand hovering inches from my skin. “The light that consumes.” “Stop!” Killian’s voice cut like a blade. He had broken away from Silas, sword in hand, and lunged. But Silas moved faster, not to save me, but to keep the secret. He tackled Killian mid-air. They crashed into the stone table, splintering it into pieces.

As if he was mimicking the god of execution—Shezmu. The ancient Egyptian demonic god of execution, slaughter, and blood. His ensemble was completed with his silver sword and a pistol with silver bullets. ~An ultimate wolf-killing weapon.~ that’s what he calls it. The moment he stepped foot on the manor grounds, his hunters formed around him, some carrying the insignia of the Black Order as if telling everyone they'd soon own the manor. Even with masks covering their faces, the aura they emit is vicious. Within minutes, the Golems had reached the main hall, but this time the wolves had time to fight back.

“That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.” Dominic raised a brow. “Off, how?” “She interfered in an execution. Tried to save the target Bianca Leone was supposed to kill. No weapon, no plan… she just reacted. Out of emotion.” Dominic leaned back in his chair. “So, she’s foolish.” “Maybe,” Scorpion said. “Or maybe she’s just… not like them.” Dominic looked up, waiting. “She was in medical school,” Scorpion continued. “Dropped out after her parents died. she wanted to be a doctor.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as I realized that we were too late. The executioner's axe hung in the air, its blade glinting in the sunlight. Elara's hand clenched around mine as the crowd held its breath. I closed my eyes, unable to watch. The sound of the blade falling was like thunder, shaking the manor. The shrieks that followed were deafening. I opened my eyes to a gruesome sight. The platform was awash with blood, Bethany and Beretta's lifeless bodies lying in a pool of crimson. The crowd's murmurs died down, replaced by an unsettling silence.

I had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before