Executioner Books Novels & Stories

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

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Chapter 45 Amberleigh wanted nothing more than to get out of the shiny and expensive underground lair of one of the worst killers in the city. It was hard to believe that Katia had any connections to him, she was a good person with a big heart, while the man who spawned her didn’t have one at all. Amber wasn’t fooled by Ambrov’s good looks or even tone of voice or his fancy underground palace, he was truly the devil incarnate. Pretty monsters were the worst kind.

"Alistair, ruler of the Underworld Kingdom, leader of the demons, powerful and invincible, but his most terrible gift is that he can resurrect dead demons. The only person who can defeat him is the so-called 'chosen one' of the sorceresses. If she succeeds, the Underworld will weaken and the other evil creatures will be left without defense, demons will not be able to return after being chased away by the sorceresses..." Selene's eyes widened in surprise. This dream, or rather a nightmare, was a kind of vision, a vision of what could happen to her if she fails the mission. The thought terrified Selene, so she immediately closed the Book of Magic with a bang and put it on the desk. Sitting on

Heather "Oh, no. That's not good." Brynn stares at the bodies in Professor Khalek's kitchen, looking like she's about to throw up. Bile rises in my throat, but I push it down. "You think?" I push open another door and find another body. It's another Silver Hunter. "Poor Professor Khalek." Gregory bends at her side. "She was such a great teacher." I look out a window and frown. Okay, so this is a setback, but we can deal with it.

It was only a matter of time, now that I was out of the way, he could execute his plans but that would surely only bring him more into the light where his deeds would be finally exposed. My heart was heavy and it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I dragged my feet to the parking lot where my car was parked. I hopped in and drove recklessly out of the premises, almost hitting anyone who stood in my way. Happiness was a set up for me. It could never be true!

Some council members leapt to their feet, fists pounding on the table, voices breaking through the chaos: “He admits it, just like that?!” “Treason!” “Execution—this demands execution!” I stood frozen, my hands numb in the guards’ grip. I couldn’t breathe. My brain couldn’t wrap itself around the words I’d just heard. Xavier. My ex-mate. The man who had selfishly destroyed me in more ways than one… now openly confessing to a crime that could get him executed. Why? Why would he say it out loud? Why now? I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him. His head was held high, his face maddeningly calm as though he’d only admitted to a petty theft, not nearly killing one of the most powerful alphas in th

"The baker. The seamstress. They're part of his network. He's been using them for years. Moving information. Hiding resources. Building contingencies." "For what?" "This." Matthias opened his eyes again. Looked directly at me. "He planned for everything, Alpha. Even imprisonment, especially imprisonment. He wanted you to know the Executioners were coming.” "Why?" Garvin demanded. "What does he gain from that?" "Chaos." The word came out as a whisper. "When you're desperate, you make mistakes and mistakes can be exploited." I stood up. The moon hung low over the trees. Beautiful and indifferent. The world kept turning no matter how much we suffered.

He watched me quietly as I searched for any hidden folders, there was one, a backup of everything that I had found and I deleted that too. “I am the Ulfr Banamaðr, Noah didn’t lie about that part, but I’m not a murderer. I’m Hel’s executioner and it’s a calling, not a choice I made. I was chosen to do this, to be the executioner, I didn’t just wake up one day and decided to start killing people,” I said to him. “There’s a lot of names on that list, a lot of dead people you leave behind,” he said to me.

The Executor stands near the map table watching Draven steadily. His posture stills completely. Vaelith feels tension spike violently through the bond. Not fear. Memory. The Executor steps closer slowly. “The sanctuary records weren’t complete.” Silence falls instantly across the mountain. Draven’s eyes narrow slightly. “What didn’t they show?” The woman studies him carefully before answering. “They weren’t only studying suppression.” Something cold twists inside Vaelith immediately. The Executor’s voice lowers. “They were trying to identify bloodlines resistant to emotional conditioning.” The ridge goes deathly quiet.