Hanged Drawn And Quartered Mga Nobela at Kwento

A coronation had turned into a death sentence in the blink of an eye. As the warriors hauled me outside into the dark night, the moon hung in the sky, a silent witness to my impending doom. I gulped as they brought me to a guillotine erected in the middle of the courtyard, two warriors standing watch by its side, their gazes fixed on me. The guillotine was a towering wooden frame with a menacing, sharp blade suspended above. They laid me down on the board, my face turned toward the moon, my head resting on the wooden board beneath the blade. I whimpered at the sight of the looming, deadly blade above me.

Only a handful of people looked like they pitied me. I stuck my chin up in the air and looked ahead to appear nonchalant, but it was a terrible mistake. I saw the three gallows in the middle of the town square. Each wooden structure had five men hanging by their necks, dead, feet swaying in the air as if swinging along with the breeze.

"Attempting to murder the king is treason and the punishment is death!" "Yes!" "So I say we discuss how this is to end." The discussions began, everyone throwing in their opinion contributing what they knew and I felt happier and happier with each growing moment. Soon the meeting came to an end and the end was satisfactory. The verdict was made. Approved by the council. And it was stated that the red wolf shall be hanged and the body burned at the crack of dawn first thing in the morning.

And what I witnessed there, dried the blood in my veins…. Emily and Broderick's naked dead bodies were hung to meat hooks upside down from their abdomens, with their throats slit, and the floor was a large pool of blood dripping from their bodies which were nearly dried up. I couldn't bear to look at that barbarously cold-blooded sight for another second and darted away as fast as I could towards the washroom, where I spewed profusely, with my body shivering convulsively like never before.

"Do you know what we do to murderers like you in Abbator?" She hissed, gritting her teeth as she fumed. Isolde assumed Edrand had consumed the soup and died before she had the time to watch him embrace death. "We rape them and then hang them in the gallows and let the birds feed on their flesh while they rot..." The sentinel listed out, sneering at her. They began dragging her through the hallway again. Isolde was unsure of where they were taking her. Her heart jolted with every step.

Before Donald could say his next words, Gerald and Ellie spotted what the problem was. A werewolf was hanged to a tree. His throat had been slit and dried blood was visible on his neck down to his chest. His head was bent over. There was a huge cross sign covering up most of his chest. His skin had been cut open to create the symbol. Ellie immediately threw up as she registered the sight. Flies were hovering around the man's body and he had already begun to let out the stench of death. Gerald gritted his teeth in anger as he registered the scene.

The moment if they show true remorse and apologize to me, they would be forgiven. “These traitors, through their actions, have endangered the life of my mate and undermined the power of my crown. Their crimes are treason as proven by myself and the court therefore their punishment is death! Death by hanging,” Calix finished and another silence ghosted the tiltyard. The guards moved into action dragging the handmaids to the gallows, they fastened each to the structures, stepped back as the executioner climbed the stage, and walked to the lever. Anxiety crawled over my skin, prickling my skin. I held on to the hope that they do what’s right.