Executioner Books Novels & Stories

It was about Liora’s right to her own life. "Activate Protocol Nemesis," Liora whispered. Suddenly, every electronic device in the hands of Silas’s mercenaries began to explode or spark. Screams filled the room as Liora took control. That night, inside the Vault full of shadows of death, Liora Thorne was no longer a subject. She was the executioner. END OF CHAPTER 30.

their leader screamed, a woman with a face of porcelain and eyes of gold. ​"Hunters in my Keep?" the Demon King snarled, turning his fire toward the new invaders. ​The vault turned into a three-way slaughterhouse. Demons fought Inquisitors. Inquisitors fought Seraphina. And in the middle of it all, a third sound began to rise—a low, rhythmic chanting that made the very shadows on the floor stand up and grow teeth. ​"The Pale King," Arion muttered, his daggers dancing as he cut down a golden hunter. "He didn't stay dead. He’s used the chaos to send his Shadows into the heart of the mountain."

I asked. "It's not us who want you; the person who hired us told us to get the girls and kill the men, but he never told me how tactical you are," the leader says. "You guys are very skilled unless you have another skilled person I don't know about." He wasn't informed that Terry is a hitman. The person who provided him with the details about us isn't very good at their job. "It was me who took down your men, no one else," Rex confessed.

Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest. The emotional richness of the choices we had made throughout nine volumes collapsed into this single, frantic second. If I let the machines take the valley, the story ended in white light. If I took the pen, I had to write a new liability. I didn't reach for the cedar pen. I reached for the fused iron lump of the Executor's tray that lay by the hearth—the molten relic of the Fourteenth Seat's calculation. "The contract is null," I whispered, slamming the slagged iron down onto the open page

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

Reese interrupted my inner monologue and took a drag on his cigarette. "But you said ..." “That they get on your list. This will later flow into your rating as a Venator, but you won't get any money. Everything you kill goes to me. " I frowned in disbelief. "Why is that? I killed the beasts after all. ”And I could use the money well. With that I could relieve Uncle Roderick a little and maybe settle a few outstanding bills.

Scribt- A servant/secretary who works for an Incubus. Shadowland- An unfinished dimension. No one knows what’s inside or if any creatures live there. Vampire- Immortals that drink blood. Valroy Stayton- Erick’s father and former Vampire King. Valleria Eustein- Former Incubus Queen. Prologue: Acelin’s P.O.V I watched the sun set over the Hudson, the skyline turn from a bright molten gold to a dark indigo as the stars lit up one by one, like fireflies coming to life.

Even in the dim torchlight, her juices stained her inner thighs. "This." He stepped aside and revealed the thick book on the desk. "This book contains all Exorcists that have ever lived. From the moment they were born to their last dying breath." He tapped the book cover. "I am hoping..." He glanced at her as she stepped up beside him. "This will give us the answer." "To what is going on here?" She asked as she gestured to them both. "Yes, and maybe it will give us other answers." He said as he sat down on the chair. "Have at it."

“Would I choose this if I could have a redo? No. I’ve been tired of this for a very long time.” “How long?” “I think since I was sent to see if Darcie was a threat. I walked into Havoc’s house knowing that I was there to kill an innocent girl and for the first time in my life I felt bad for it.” I continued to stare at him. “You grew a conscience.” “I always had a conscience, Gio, I just did what I did to stay alive. And then I realised I was good at it. Really, really good. Judge, jury and executioner. I haven’t heard my real name for years. I doubt anyone even remembers it.”