Danganronpa Alternate Executions Novels & Stories

The movement was small and precise. “Kill him,” he ordered. The execution happened so fast that my mind struggled to follow it. A guard stepped forward, drew a silvered blade, and cut the prisoner’s throat in one clean motion. Blood spilled dark and sudden across the dirt. The body dropped to its knees, then fell face forward. Several people flinched but no one protested to such cruel judgment. Alpha Malric’s voice didn't change, he remained calm. “I will have my answers. If they do not come freely, they will be carved out. One by one, you will all die here.”

Skylar’s answer immediately startled the informant. “Not Phantom? Are you serious?!” “Yes. If Phantom isn’t confident their plan will succeed, they usually just sabotage the criminal bosses’ missions. But what happened to the Kanoichi boss seemed like they intentionally didn’t kill him. Maybe it was someone from Phantom acting alone, or a former Phantom member who managed to leave the organization without being killed, or whoever. I don’t care, anyway.” “Right… so, what’s your reason for choosing Vanessa Hale first to be executed?”

Pride burned hotter than hellfire. She returned to the table eventually, sliding into the seat beside me. The new interim Alpha—White, a neutral southern lord I’d elevated because he knew how to bow—rose immediately. “My lady,” he greeted with a deep nod. Maureen inclined her head, regal. “Alpha White.” We discussed executions first. “Silas Vane and his immediate family,” I said, voice flat. “Public. Noon tomorrow. Traitors don’t get quiet deaths.” White nodded, swallowing. “Understood, my lord.”

I stayed pressed against the wall in the corridor, my chains cold against my wrists, listening as they discussed the logistics of my death like they were planning a dinner party. "The method?" Elder Chen asked. "Traditional," Marcus replied. "Throat cutting. Quick. Clean. Respectful, despite the crime." Respectful. They were going to murder me and call it respectful. "When?" Elder Frost questioned. "Tomorrow night," Marcus said. "During the storm." I watched the shadows of their feet through the crack beneath the door. Saw them shift and move as wolves stood, prepared to leave, satisfied with their decision. "A storm?" Hawthorne's voice carried disbelief. "You plan to execute her during a st

“This is where all the worst werewolves and rogues end up eventually. The ones waiting for execution. It’s where you and the rest of your scum kind belong.” “Execution?” I ask fearfully, trying to grip the bars of the prison only to pull away upon realizing they’re silver, too. His smile grows. “Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you? Come on. A weak, ugly maid like you trying to assassinate Alpha Damien? You must be crazy.” With that he turns on his heel and leaves, and I’m alone in the cell awaiting certain death. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am crazy. How could I have been so careless? I should have done it all differently–checked the halls to make sure no one was around, been faster

“All of them.” Darius shook his head. “We have 50 warriors. He has 300, plus the fortress. It’s suicide. The Council’s already—” “The Council can _choke_,” Kieran and I said at the same time. We looked at each other. And something clicked. Mate. Alpha. Luna. _Unit_. “How long do we have?” I asked. “Message says sundown,” Darius said. “6 hours. Then he starts executing. One pup every hour.”

The rowdy Council quieted. “Remilia, the Council has passed their verdict. Are you ready to hear this?” I nodded calmly. Marcus nodded. “Ten days from now, you will be executed at the pack square, by hanging. You will return to your cell and be held there at the dungeons. Any attempt by you to escape will result in your immediate and timely execution by any method seen fit by our Alpha. This is in accordance with the Nightborne book of laws, Section B, Paragraph Six. You can have it read to you if you wish to confirm that justice is being served. Do you?”

Alan parted his lips, seeming like he was struggling to say whatever he was about to say. Eventually, he let out a sigh, shaking his head with a distraught expression on his face. "N– No, Daci. There's no hope for Kellen." He blurted despondently, looking away from her. "I'm sorry but all evidence still points at him as the killer. And if that's the case, there are two possible punishments for him. Banishment or–" "Execution." Daciana let out bluntly, even though the sadness in her voice was present.

Tears fall down my face as I walk out of the room and to the execution field. The entire pack is waiting for me as I approach, and they all clap wildly as I walk up and hug Judith. “I already told them what was happening. They know why we are here. They support you.” Judith whispers to me. Turning my attention back to the pack, I plaster my best neutral face before speaking to them. “This, I hope, is the first and last execution you will ever attend that I must lead.” My words fail me as I watch Onyx sit in his Alpha chair in the pack's center. “It is under my and King Aiden’s ruling that it is declared that this execution takes place today. Executions are not something we ever wish to perfo

Ronan opened the folder slowly, spreading several photographs across the table without unnecessary dramatics. “The mutilation happened postmortem, but not immediately postmortem. There are differences in blood distribution across the remains that suggest staging occurred in phases rather than all at once.” Silence settled deeper across the room. Ronan continued calmly. “Based on tissue temperature and lividity reports, at least some of the victims died hours before the others. Which means whoever organized this had access to a controlled holding location before transport.” “Multiple killers?” someone asked. “Possibly.” Ronan glanced down at one of the photographs. “Or one person with prepara