Danganronpa Alternate Executions Novels & Stories

Whatever this is, I know it can’t be good. The Arbiter explains the procedure, his words washing over me in a haze of legal jargon. But one phrase cuts through the fog: “execution is recommended for the sake of the safety of our system.” My heart plummets. This is it. This is how I die. “Master Haden Marie Talos,” the Arbiter calls, “please stand.” I watch as the Talos Ringleader rises, his neatly combed blond hair gleaming under the harsh lights. He doesn't even look at me as the Arbiter asks for his decision.

Blood splatters across the tile, and my eyes manage to focus on a still-beating heart gripped tightly in Mariah's hand. "Die Bitch," Mariah growls, and we all watch in shock as Lauren falls face-first into the floor. The shock of what just happened wears off after a few moments, and we all stare at Mariah's angry face. "That is not how I planned for that to go, but the accused has been executed. I trust the orphan Trevor Swift will be shown support and love from his pack," the official finally says, and Benji steps forward.

With this, her justice will be fully served, and she will be at peace. The Alba Noctis castle arena is full. An execution like this hasn't been carried out in many years, as Alpha Lauren was not a fan of this practice and avoided it as much as possible. Katrina and Ragnar take their places on the main stage. She must give the order when the time comes.

Dylan and James followed and I heard the door lock behind us with a heavy metallic click. Outside in the parking lot I finally let myself breathe. The morning air was cold and clean and I gulped it down trying to wash away the feeling of being in that room with Garrett. "Are you okay?" Dylan asked gently. "I will be. I just needed to say that to his face." The execution happened the next day at dawn. I did not attend but Dylan did. As Alpha, it was his responsibility to witness justice carried out. He left before sunrise and I stayed home with the kids trying not to think about what was happening.

“We will invite some Alpha, but we will not let them know the main reason why we are requiring them to come on that day. The invitation will only provide that they will be attending a special occasion. That’s it only.” Beta Manro suddenly grins widely when everything and every plan of Alpha King Dantes become clear in his mind. Meanwhile, inside her room Daina becomes restless. “Is it really true that Andreitte has been executed,” she thought over and over again. She cannot believe that Andreitte is gone now. “Would I tell her parents?” she thought again.

“Then I’ll die happy.” I laid a hand over Dante’s chest before he could move. “Gentlemen,” I said calmly, “let’s not stain the carpet.” Carlos chuckled. “Good call. That rug’s imported.” Nico leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Anyway. I’ll keep digging with Voronin. If The Executioner moves, even a whisper, we’ll know. But he’s... different this time. Detached. Voronin said his last words before going dark were...”

Everyone in the room was looking at Elena defying nature and then suddenly Brian cracked a smile. "You don't care about your life right?" he asked his daughter with a crooked smile and Elena was flaring in anger. "But I wonder, don't you care about Aiden? Because if Alpha Zane gets to know about the indecency of his Beta, then I am sure he will show no mercy on him and after Aiden's death, he will forcefully make you, his. So in either case you are going to be the possession of Zane, choose wisely" her father said with a mocking smile and again sit on the chair to eat food.

“Do you solemnly swear that what you confessed to is accurate and true to the best of your knowledge, so help you Goddess?” “I swear.” “By Order of the Crown, you are hereby guilty on all accounts and will be executed. May the Moon Goddess have mercy on your soul.” Denice’s voice boomed in the clearing. “Bring forth the executioner and the prisoner!” Elder Emerson boomed. Two burly men came forward and another man came forward dragging Aliyah behind. “As part of your punishment, you will watch him die and will be exiled on the edge of the border.” Elder Emerson stated in a final tone.

All eyes turned to the long table with the map of Silvergrove and the sketch of the underground prison. Alpha King tapped the table’s surface—once. His voice was deep, controlled. “We’ll decide by vote—per the rules. Option one: execution in three days. Option two: delay until the next special meeting, with perimeter reinforcement, ward protection, and a layered interrogation plan.” “Unfair,” muttered Elder Tarlan, but he sat. Ilon stood, taking notes. “Beta Casren?” “Two,” Beta Casren replied succinctly. “Elder Tarlan?”

Thomas had the grace to look ashamed as he met his nephew’s eyes, but he didn’t offer any apology or explanation that might have provided her with closure. Killian squatted beside his uncle and placed a hand on his shoulder, and I could see him struggling to process the fact that yet another member of his family had chosen betrayal over loyalty. “The sentence for all four conspirators is death by execution to be carried out immediately,” Daemon announced in a voice that left no room for appeal or mercy, “And according to our traditions the executions will be performed by the pack member who was most directly harmed by their treachery.” The Alpha turned to look at Killian and I felt my blood