Danganronpa Alternate Executions Novels & Stories

Tomorrow we have two executions to handle before we can really focus on our future. “Liam?” Maddie asks as we are lying in bed. “Mmh?” “Is it wrong that I am happy about Rick and Tyalor’s execution?” I open my eyes and look down at Maddie. “No! It will bring some peace to everyone knowing they are dead.” “But I also worry about retaliation from Taylor’s father. He is an Alpha.”

My voice was filled with determination. “For you shall be sentenced to death.” With that, I turned my heels to leave but his scream made me turn back. “NO!!!” He let down his pride as he screamed like a bitch. “Luna, please. I shall help bring her down. Just give me another chance.” I turned to the Executioner. “Oh, death by what do you think is deserving of him?” “Death by silver infusion and fire, Luna.” “Oh. You’re so wicked.” I clapped my hands, staring back at the begging and foolish excuse of a man. “Maybe, you deserve pardon.”

The scent of gunpowder still hung thick in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Maria’s lifeless body lay in a crumpled heap on the cold concrete floor, her sightless eyes wide with shock. The silence that followed her execution was deafening, like the stillness before a final storm. Talana stood motionless, chest heaving, as she watched the slow realization creep across Pablo Fabrizio and Drake De Marco’s faces. They had spent their lives orchestrating fear, controlling others through power and manipulation. Now, they were on the receiving end.

Derek’s POV After the execution, it seemed that everything had gone back to normal. Whoever threatened Erika and the pack had been eradicated. Erika wasn't bothered by nightmares anymore. Everything went as planned. Things were getting better and better. However, two days after the execution. One of the executors came back to the pack. “Is he dead?” I asked. I thought that he came back to report Baron’s death. “No, alpha.” The executor lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.

Jonathan whispered. Noreen nodded. Sander was the main Beta of the Golden Moonlight pack, the supreme leader of the Betas, so he was undoubtedly the one organizing tonight's ceremony. "The executions will begin," Sander said again. "The witch Ava Gardner will burn in purgatory, and Harwind Bammer Bradley will be beheaded, his body and head buried separately."

His jaw tightened. The room erupted again into anxious voices. “Quiet! Let them finish!” Alpa Grey commanded, immediately shutting everyone off. Grandpa Argus leaned forward, his voice grave. “As much as we wish this ended there, however, there is more.” More? “Seven packs have already been wiped out. Four in the west, three in the south. In each case, the Alpha and Luna were executed, their bodies crucified beneath layers of the dead people of their pack. Unfortunately, no adult or kid was spared.” Grandpa said, his expression aggrieved.

Kim's head flew back before she flopped to the side. My eyes slammed shut as I shook my head. I couldn't cry. Not now. I would cry later. Kim was dead. One down. One to go. I had to finish this. Tanya was still staring up at the sky when I aimed at her forehead. Just before I pulled the trigger, Tanya's deep blue eyes shot to mine. It didn't stop me. I was glad Tanya looked at me. She deserved to see her executioner. I pulled the trigger.

"But let's get this over with." The execution is scheduled for eight AM in the council building's ceremonial chamber. It's an old tradition, supernatural justice administered by supernatural means. No human courts, no appeals. Just pack law. The chamber is circular, with tiered seating rising around a central platform. Sera sits between Dante and Marcus in the section reserved for the Crimson Hollow pack. Across from them, David Chen sits with Alpha Chen and the few surviving members of Connor's bloodline. He catches Sera's eye and nods a small gesture of solidarity.

Seraphina, knocked to the ground, watched this scene and revealed a final, desperate, and hideous smile. "If we're dying... then no one gets to live!!" Her hand pressed down hard on the detonator she had been holding all along. BOOM—!!! An earth-shattering explosion rang out. "Lucas!!" I lay in Lucifer's arms, struggling to lift my head. Amidst the sky-filling fire and collapsing rubble, there was a massive hole in Lucas's chest, blood pouring out. He stood on the teetering floor slab, behind him an abyss and raging fire.

"We're here to take what's ours. See, in our dimension, we share. We're excellent at sharing. We've been practicing on this one for centuries." He gestured at the bleeding Lilith in chains, who let out a choked sob that cut through me like a knife. "Your version is still fresh," the alternate Malakai said, his grin widening. "Still pure. We want to break her in ourselves. And you're going to watch." "What do you think, original us?" the alternate Ronan asked, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Think you can stop three Alphas who've already killed one universe's worth of mates? We've got centuries of experience over you. We've perfected the art of breaking Omegas."