Executioner Books Novels & Stories

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

The execution has been carried out with ruthless efficiency, sending a clear message to any who would dare to challenge Wilson’s authority. As the group moves to exit, Percy lingers for a moment, gazing at the remains. And as the last of the witnesses depart, Percy’s thoughts drift back to the dark days of his past. His role as the executioner has ended, but the memories of his previous life linger—a reminder of the price of survival and the darkness that resides within him. The room, now silent and empty, stands as a testament to the grim realities of power and betrayal.

And maybe it should. Because I’m Eva. The fifteenth Executioner. The only girl. The outlier. The mistake. The miracle. The ghost on the battlefield. The shadow soon to be revealed.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Rage was arrested because he killed the king. He killed him when he knew that the king was the one who gave an order to the house of spades to kill his parents. After three days, he was executed in public. Elena didn’t do anything because until the last moment, she believed that there was no use in having him in her life, and that it would be better if Rage will vanish. But as soon as she saw him right before her, the regret and sorrow filled her once hollow chest.

one of them shouted, hurling a blessed silver chain net toward my legs. Fear froze me for a split second, but the mystical warmth in my abdomen roared once more, sending a surge of energy into my muscles. I was never going to be the helpless servant Chloe kicked buckets at ever again. I grabbed the heavy bronze candlestick from the desk with my trembling hands and slammed it with all the strength of my sturdy arms straight into the face of the first executioner who reached me. The metal crashed against his iron mask, sending him stumbling backward as blood poured from his nose.

“No. But…I could be wrong. The other night, this organization tried to steal almost three hundred million dollars from him. His men destroyed the group and then brought the people in charge to the house. He executed each one…including a woman.” “What does it matter that she was a woman?” he asked. “Women are criminals and murderers too.” “She cried as she begged for her life.” “Trust me, men do that too.” “I just…it made me realize that could be me. He killed her, so why wouldn’t he kill me? He was barbaric and shot five people to their deaths, letting their blood drain into his fountain. Sometimes I forget who Cato really is…what he’s capable of.” “He’s a stone-cold killer.”

“What? You let those fools escape, how incompetent are you people anyway?” Kane shrugged, but his eyes were sharp. “We didn’t let them escape. They’re in our cell. Waiting for execution.” I felt something cold and savage stir inside me, memories flashing, the betrayals, the ruined deals, the night I swore vengeance on those two bastards. “What’s that got to do with me?” I spat, but my heart was thumping wild. Ryker’s mouth curved into a wicked grin. “You’re the executioner, Vivienne.”

Why are you condemning me to my death, but you are not the executor? I feel my stomach turning, and I wrap my arms around my tummy. I can’t believe this is happening to me, it wasn’t enough everything that I have gone through in the past, and then Pavlov, and now, the love of my life is doing this to me. How is it possible that I am still completely in love with him?