Danganronpa Alternate Executions Novels & Stories

Alone this time, no Silas, no Lyra, just Dominic Silvercrest behind his instrument of authority looking at his son come through the door at a velocity that makes his jaw set. "The execution order," I say. "Sit down, Dante." "I'm not sitting down," I say. "The execution order on Kira Volkov. I want to know why you issued it and I want to know what mechanism you used to bypass heir notification protocol because that bypass is itself a violation of..."

The last one left. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 The countdown in my head begins and then… Kkkrrriiinnnggg!!! The time is up. HIS TIME IS UP. I open my eyes and take a deep breath because I know this is it. It’s payback time. While holding the cutter that I used to stab Alex and to cut Gin’s throat. I went down and looked for him. While humming to make every situation calm. I saw fresh blood on the floor and I know it is his blood. He is bleeding too much. I looked around to find him even though I know that he cannot hide for too long.

he turned to me, “ did you see Darius in the act of killing the late Alpha?” The evidence was enough, “no,” I answered. “Was he with any drugs or anything that killed your father?” I didn't see any drugs on him but it doesn't matter. “No.” “How then can you be certain?” I know I am, “I know what I saw and I know he is guilty.” He sighed, “what is your finally verdict?” He asked. “Darius will be executed during the next full moon.”

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

The shift hits hard—bones snapping back, fur ripping away, breath choking in my throat until I’m kneeling in the dirt, human and shaking. Aldrich stands over me, dominance still rolling off him. “Get up,” he orders. I shove to my feet, jaw clenched. “You didn’t have to hit me that hard.” “You were losing it,” he snaps. “And you know it.” I wipe blood from my mouth. “Drago reacted to her. Not Bloodfang.” Aldrich’s eyes flick, just once. “Leave it.” “No.” My voice cracks with leftover adrenaline. “Tell me who she is.”

He last looked to Philip who stood passive, his eyes sad but didn’t budge to help him, he knew his time was up as he heard the lever being pulled, the bottom of the platform opened up as he fell through the open hatch through, no one could even hear what he was screaming from his caught tongue, His eyes lastly moved to Andrew who stood his smile broad as ever, that was the last thing Edwin saw before his windpipe was blocked, his eyes rolled back to his head as his struggles stopped until it was over the public execution had come to an end as soon as they had checked that Edwin for was truly dead? ANNA’S POV ~~~ I had hastened my steps quick after the execution, a part of me glad it was fina

“Warren Brown and Steve Lange, you are both found guilty of the crimes we heard here today, your pack can now vote whether Steve Lange is being cast out or executed.” The pack discussed it with their new Alpha in one corner and they voted Steve Lange to become an outcast and be banished from San Jose. “Warren Brown, you are hereby ordered to be executed. You will not receive the honor of a burial ceremony and your body will be placed in an unmarked grave with your heart intact,” Malachi said with no emotion crossing his face. He stood up and walked out of the den. The Zetas would take care of executing Warren and he knew John didn’t understand this harsh punishment he had just given, but he

Will the execution continue? ****

Before the second man could even gasp, I shifted my aim and fired again. BANG. The second body dropped right beside the first, his legs twitching once before going completely still in a growing pool of dark, hot red. The camp watched in absolute, stunned silence. No trial. No bullshit negotiations. Just raw, unadulterated execution. I holstered the smoking gun, my eyes scanning the front row of my men, locking onto Damon and Jaxon. Both of them looked tense, their expressions tight with a mix of fear and deep frustration. "Rylan’s men are dead, Their execution is a message to the eastern sector. We don't take prisoners, and we don't negotiate with the trash from the wasteland."

Since when did they establish doubt in our pack? Tri-Alpha believes one another and I don’t like the way how they are talking to me right now. “ No hard feelings but just making sure since you seem to be in chaos since you kidnapped that woman,” Alpha Zac murmurs. It makes me growl. The harshness in his voice makes me angry. “Listen, I am still the executioner of Tri-Alpha and you are crossing the line,” I muttered. Both of them only laughed. “ Do whatever you want, Executioner but remember this,” Alpha Zac stepped forward just right in front of me. “ Once you make another mistake and endanger the throne that we’ve been working hard for so long, I will execute you and that woman,” he warned.