Bloodborne Executioner Set Novels & Stories

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

Her eyes slightly glowed against the darkness of this room. "Did you see that?" she said, leaning her face close to mine. "There are abnormal things about us. All these predatory senses we have, not to mention our speed, strength, accelerated healing as if we don't have enough of that. Even our cells heal fifty times faster than normal human cells, so we hardly age. We are even faster than a cheetah and able to move like the wind. On top of that, we crave human blood. More badly than you could imagine. We are born to hunt, Vivienne. What makes you think your friends are safe around you?"

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Executioner took a small cloth from his pocket and wiped his gloves, then the edges of the dumpster where prints might land. He stood. Looked down. No blood. No mess. No witnesses. Enzo’s watch caught the light—flashy, gold, the one he always wore. Executioner bent down, slid it off his wrist, and pocketed it. He walked away. No footsteps echoed as nothing followed. Just darkness swallowing the alley back into itself. He didn’t look back. ————— Music blasted from the speaker, some loud trap beat mixed with a girl’s moaning voice. Bass rattled the floorboards. The place stunk of smoke, sweat, cheap perfume, and spilled booze. Angelo’s deck looked like a war zone with velvet couches and gold t

"The High Pack has judged you. You have been found guilty of soul-corruption. Step aside, and the Oracle will be purified." Kaelen stepped out from behind the tree, his muscles rippling. He didn't shift yet, but his fingernails were lengthening into claws. "You’ll have to burn through me first, Seeker. And I’m a lot harder to melt than you think." The Executioner raised his staff. The white fire flared, turning the air so hot that the leaves on the trees began to curl and turn black.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Then Virel agreed. Without hesitation, I drew a blade across my palm and let my blood spill onto the black stone. The moment my hand touched the altar, searing agony exploded through my body, fire surging through my veins as though molten lava had replaced my blood. My chest felt as if it were being ripped apart from the inside, awakening something ancient that had long been buried within my soul. And when the flames finally settled, I knew I would never be the same again. The Executioner had been born.

The pale violet fire behind its pupils was burning with an insatiable, final victory. You came back to watch the harvest, little queen, the dual-toned voice hissed, the sound echoing off the wet granite walls like the scraping of a thousand iron needles. The executioner’s core is remarkably dense. His Lycan blood carries the weight of a hundred dead outcasts. With it, our silk will never rot again. The entity raised its left hand. Its fingers had completely transformed into five long, jagged iron talons that dripped with a clear, volatile oil. It positioned the points directly over Klaus’s exposed heart, preparing to drive them home to extract the final drop of his lineage aura.

My body still felt the phantom heat of his touch, my pulse still stuttering from the way he’d looked at me before the world fell apart. I paced the length of the room, my bare feet silent on the cold hardwood. The "Executioners." I knew the stories. They weren't just soldiers; they were the Council’s cleanup crew, shifters who had long ago traded their humanity for the silver-clad authority of the High Wolf. If they were here, it meant the trial was a formality they intended to bypass. A soft, rhythmic scratching came from the service door near the dressing area. I froze, my hand darting to the heavy glass decanter on the sideboard. I gripped the neck of it, ready to swing. The door creaked