Romans & histoires Bloodborne Executioner Set

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?"

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

The Northern Pack stood in a daze, watching their Alpha reveal a truth that had been hidden in the shadows of their history. "There is a prophecy, Kaima," Damon said, his voice dropping to a low, venomous growl. "It is carved into the very foundation of this fortress, in a room that only the Alphas of the Silver-Moon may enter. It speaks of a girl born of the ink—a girl who would carry the 'Origin' in her blood. It says that when the Queen of Gold returns, the era of the Wolf will fall. It says you would strip us of our teeth, our fur, and our pride. You weren't a glitch, Kaima. You were the **Executioner**."

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.

"They've actually identified the body." There was a long silence, so long I had to look behind me to be sure she was still there. "T—They have?" She stuttered. I nodded. "She's an Executioner." I drank from the cup, refilled and went to her. "H—How are they sure?" "All Executioners have a specific tattoo on their backs. It is one way to identify them." I held the glass to her. "Drink up." With slight hesitation, she took the glass and drank a little.

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.