Romans & histoires Executioner Books

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

she gasped, tears falling from her cold eyes. He kept his eyes fixed forward. He recognized the being from the descriptions he had long read in one of Anatolie’s books. “The Executioner of the Underworld.” “This… This is a legend, Dmitry!” she sobbed, recoiling. “They said it was just a myth, a story to keep the clans in line…!” “Then they were looking in the wrong direction,” he replied, his voice low and controlled despite the fire burning beneath his skin. “He is not a legend. He is the warning.”

I eased the door open and spotted a lone guard across the hall and through the doorway, flipping through a book on the shelf. So that’s why we got in so easily—this idiot’s slacking off. I inched the door open, soundlessly approaching him from behind. “Think he’s snooping?” Cece asked, amused. With a smile, I snuck up behind him, reached up, twisted, and snapped his neck. It’s been a while since I’ve killed like this—efficient, bloodless, leaving no trace behind. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever snapped this many necks in a single day.

"It is carved into the very foundation of this fortress, in a room that only the Alphas of the Silver-Moon may enter. It speaks of a girl born of the ink—a girl who would carry the 'Origin' in her blood. It says that when the Queen of Gold returns, the era of the Wolf will fall. It says you would strip us of our teeth, our fur, and our pride. You weren't a glitch, Kaima. You were the **Executioner**." I felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the blizzard. All the pain, all the years of feeling like a failure, all the nights I had spent crying and wondering why I wasn't good enough—it had all been a lie. I wasn't rejected because I was less than them. I was rejected because they were

"The system that called these things crimes is the system I fought. I would fight it again." The official moves on quickly, which is the correct response to a statement that is landing better than Parliament wanted it to land. The executioner is a Parliamentary vampire of the specific kind that institutions produce, someone whose function has become their identity, someone for whom the stake in their hand is simply the instrument of their role rather than a choice they are making. They position themselves with the professional precision of someone who has done this before.

I said with a smirk. “ENOUGH!” Heath screamed out. “As much as I want to talk about your sex life, and I don’t, I am still waiting for justice for my Luna. Will the councilmen deliver it or not?” I growl again, but Edgar and Charles both look at Heath. “Alpha Heath, I’m afraid the claims from Luna Tina were unfounded. Alpha Aiden was within his rights. He also attempted only to teach Rose Clark a lesson, but she did not learn from it and was executed accordingly. The issue of Diego Moreno is not relevant to your situation and therefore holds no baring to Tina Clark.” Charles said.

the Executor had conveniently provided. "She is stable," Olivia said. She walked to the railing, standing beside him. "The ice is holding. But the Executor... I don't trust him." "Neither do I," Jack spat. "He claims to be the family lawyer, but he smells like a graveyard. He knows too much about the System." "He calls himself the Executor," Olivia mused. "In computer terms, an executor is a process that runs a command. He is a functionary. The question is: who is the User?"

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

* I took a cigarette from the pack and flicked a lighter at the tip, lighting it before taking a slow inhale and exhaling the smoke. I pulled open my drawer and picked up the thick-covered book—the same one which contained the names of all the people I’d killed on Rex’s order. I walked to the fireplace in the living room area, with the book in my grip. I’d thought storing their names here was a form of respect, a symbol of it. But perhaps, I was wrong.

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!