Executioner Books Novels & Stories

Willie gazed with his eyes totally open, his face brimming with outrage. As of now, Monica, who had been quiet this while, talked. "There are four kinds of chronic executioners as far as topographical ways of behaving the space type, meandering sort, fixed area type, and interruption type. The Death Judge is a common fixed area type. He would bait or hijack the casualty into a pre-arranged spot to perpetrate a wrongdoing. This sort of chronic executioner has an extremely amazing feeling of arranging and is exceptionally careful in his activities. Also, the Death Judge is a sure and quiet individual. I trust this won't be the final remaining one. He will perpetrate another wrongdoing!"

My body still felt the phantom heat of his touch, my pulse still stuttering from the way he’d looked at me before the world fell apart. I paced the length of the room, my bare feet silent on the cold hardwood. The "Executioners." I knew the stories. They weren't just soldiers; they were the Council’s cleanup crew, shifters who had long ago traded their humanity for the silver-clad authority of the High Wolf. If they were here, it meant the trial was a formality they intended to bypass. A soft, rhythmic scratching came from the service door near the dressing area. I froze, my hand darting to the heavy glass decanter on the sideboard. I gripped the neck of it, ready to swing. The door creaked

Executioner took a small cloth from his pocket and wiped his gloves, then the edges of the dumpster where prints might land. He stood. Looked down. No blood. No mess. No witnesses. Enzo’s watch caught the light—flashy, gold, the one he always wore. Executioner bent down, slid it off his wrist, and pocketed it. He walked away. No footsteps echoed as nothing followed. Just darkness swallowing the alley back into itself. He didn’t look back. ————— Music blasted from the speaker, some loud trap beat mixed with a girl’s moaning voice. Bass rattled the floorboards. The place stunk of smoke, sweat, cheap perfume, and spilled booze. Angelo’s deck looked like a war zone with velvet couches and gold t

He was a man awaiting his reckoning. The Executioners, a group of cold, stoic warriors chosen for their ruthlessness, stepped forward. Their faces were concealed behind masks, their eyes the only visible part of them, betraying no emotion. I could see the gleam of the ceremonial axes they held, their polished blades reflecting the sunlight, ready to do what was necessary. I stepped back as Elder Garrick continued. "Let the punishment be carried out." The first strike came quickly, almost too quickly. With just a swipe, Xavier's life was taken in an instant, his body falling to the ground as his head rolled off.

And the only question on my mind was: “What the hell just happened?” N.B: This is book 5 of The Dark Council Series. The first book is called The Vampire's Bride and the second is called The Incubus's Secretary. Both these books have been published and are available on A****n. A different version of The Incubus's Secretary is present here, called The Incubus and His Secretary. Book 3 and 4 are still WIP and I'm not focusing on them at the moment. Hope you enjoy and please do check out my published books to know more about the series.

~Every life has its essence. Every sacrifice has its gain. Every death has its purpose~ Thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before HELLBOUND if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. COMPLETED 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

Hope’s voice rang out, sounding like a thousand bells in a slaughterhouse. My daughter was standing on the liquid lead floor, her bare feet leaving prints of Black-Emerald-Gold Defiance that refused to be redacted. She wasn't fighting the Father; she was Invalidating the Execution. "The Executioner isn't a secret, Mother! He’s a Coward!" Hope cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to be Un-Killable by the One who gave you Life!".

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I start picking through the small pile of dusty books finding mostly descriptions of executions—infant executions. These aren’t informational books, they’re histories, and our history is darker than I knew. Abominations or not, I don’t think I could kill a child in the crib. Hundreds of stories, hundreds of lives snuffed out, but then how many lives did their sacrifice save? What monsters would these children have become? By the time I’ve finished the third book, I’ve learned nothing, and I’m not sure I can take anymore. I eye the fourth and final book. It’s older than the rest from the look of it. The title scrolled across its cracked leather binding long faded and eligible.

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