Bloodborne Executioner Set Novels & Stories

We will see, I suppose. I plant another kiss on her forehead before going back to the dungeons, knowing what awaits the shifters who weren’t useful. The thought of what I’ll find there doesn’t phase me; after centuries as a Horseman, few things do.. Entering the dungeon, the sight that greets me was as brutal as expected. Blight stands over the bodies of the shapeshifters, his Jagdkommando knife in hand, its spiral blade covered in blood and gore. The twisted, horrific wounds left by the triple-edged blade are unmistakable

he called, voice hoarse and thick with pain, “The executioner.” Gamma Hume rose to his feet, gave a bow, and left. In a moment, the executioner stepped out of the shadows, raining pouring down his hood. He carried an axe so broad, its edge honed for one purpose. Bernard's breath hitched, his knees feeling weak.

Then, softer, almost unwillingly, “But history has been wrong before.” She paced once, restless. “There were whispers. Bloodlines thought extinguished. Children born outside the pack. Hidden in plain sight. Marked but unclaimed.” She stopped in front of me. “If this were a mistake,” she said, her voice darkening, “the power would have rejected you. It would have torn you apart.” My chest tightened. Fear crawled up my spine. “I’m scared.” Mira’s eyes locked onto mine. “The wolves you saw,” she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.”

He held the blade at his side, dark blood dripping from the tip onto the floor. "Thomas is dead," Marcus rumbled. His voice was no longer human; it was a dual-toned frequency of a king and a demonic beast, echoing off the high stone arches like thunder. "The second-in-command of this pack has been executed by a parasite of my own bloodline." He turned his glowing gaze toward the eastern supply tunnel where Devon had fled into the freezing mountain mist.

"We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw." He set the blade down on the metal tray. The sharp, metallic clink echoed off the bare walls, a sound that made my stomach twist into a tight, sick knot. I watched out of the corner of my watering eyes as his hand hovered over the remaining tools. There were pliers, heavy screwdrivers, and wire cutters. My skin crawled at the sight of them.

“Let me finish this.” Before the King could answer, a deafening explosion shook the floor of the catacombs. The stone ceiling groaned, and a thick cloud of dust and purple light threads burst from the medical wing corridor. Through the smoke, Hunter’s silhouette appeared, holding a blessed sword inscribed with dark runes, flanked by four Council executioners. His face was twisted by savage jealousy as he saw us so strangely close in the gloom.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

“Burn them,” Jaxon commanded, his voice a flat, soulless hiss that cut through the thick smoke. “Burn every single parasite in this hole.” The twelve elite executioners didn’t hesitate. They adjusted their heavy, reinforced iron gauntlets, and with a synchronized, mechanical roar, the nozzle valves of their weapons hissed open. Torrents of pressurized liquid silver erupted from the tanks, cutting through the darkness like streams of brilliant, blinding white lightning. It didn’t look like fire; it looked like molten star-matter, sizzling with a toxic, consecrated heat that instantly vaporized the oxygen in the room.

Their bodies were dissolving. “What the fuck?” Noah whispered. Silver markings spread across the corpses rapidly before their skin literally started crumbling into ash. My blood ran cold instantly. Not humans. Never humans. The room temperature dropped sharply while strange symbols burned across the floor beneath the bodies. Jason stared hard at them. “I know these symbols.” That sentence terrified me immediately. “From where?” “The Blood Moon territory.” Oh fuck. The exact same omega execution symbols glowed beneath the corpses now. Then suddenly all three dead bodies burst completely into ash.

A life without my brothers in it was a fucking nightmare. I rushed back to the Main mansion and saw my step mother smiling at the phone, I bet she was making a call but I didn't care at the moment. Reaching the last stage of the shift during the blood moon means death, the last time it happened to me…my father has to do something he never meant to do, killing a new born baby so I could feed on it's blood to survive. I almost gagged at myself when I heard it but fuck this curse, I'll do anything.