His Savior Her Executioner Novels & Stories

Behind him, his men poured in, their weapons lowered and their faces grim. “You killed the demon,” Salvador muttered, almost in a question. Killian swayed around and shrugged, “Yes, he has been sent back to hell, and this time it is for an eternal damnation. Salvador stared at Garam’s headless body for a long moment, then nodded in relief, his shoulders sagging in exhaustion. He raised his head, and his gaze softened when it fell on us. “You two saved everyone here tonight,” he muttered. Killian and I exchanged glances, unable to accept the praise.

All of it was a lie, a setup for the moment they’d finally throw me to the wolves. Resentment wasn't a big enough word. It was a cold, sharp blade twisting in my gut. Why me? Why was I the one who had to sign away my heartbeat while they picked out wedding flowers? ~ SACRIFICE COUNTDOWN: 4 DAYS REMAINING ~ The morning light was clinical and cold. Margaret Lawson and Officer Daniel Miller shoved through the door, flanked by a handful of kids from the orphanage. "John! John! Are you dead?" one of the boys shouted, scrambling onto the edge of my bed. "We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!"

Susan's parents had divorced too, and they had each built their separate families since, leaving her all by herself—she felt all the more lonely during festive seasons. I was the one who married her and gave her a family so she no longer had to wander, and now, she realized once more that she was scared of divorce and didn't want her new family to break up. But it was too late. I called for my mentor for the prayer rites, so my son could pass into the afterlife sooner. When he was done, he looked at me, and then at Susan. Smiling ever so faintly, he poked the center of Susan's forehead. "Even the most venomous snakes never eat their children. After such sacrilege, it's time you become mortal

"The moment his heart stops, the transmission fails, I can’t let him walk out of here as a living server for the Devil’s playbooks." The Core Struggle: Silas didn't flinch, he didn't even raise his gun to defend himself, instead, he looked at Verina with a devastating, quiet clarity that hurt more than the code screaming in her brain. He knew Miller was right, he was the receptor, the "Executioner" contract hadn't just been about killing, it was about being the vessel for the very power he had tried to destroy. Verina watched as Silas took a slow, deliberate step toward the barrel of Miller’s gun, offering his chest as a sacrifice to save her mind from being wiped clean by the data surge, sh

he struggled. “You have no military strong enough to hurt me,” I said. I looked around the room. Jaxon is carrying out Sable, and Joshua is helping Jude. Mel and Jordyn are standing by me. I release six of the criminals. “Do you want to live?” They are on their knees, begging me. “PLEASE DON’T KILL US! WE WILL DO ANYTHING!” “Good. As queen of this realm, I sentence Caius and Cain Proctor to death. The six of you will be the executioners. Do this for me, and I will let you live and finish your sentence. Refuse, and everyone dies.”

“Once, at a party, a young boy fell in love with a quiet, gentle girl sitting in the corner. “It was just his luck that the girl already had a crush on another boy. When she looked at him, her eyes were bright and full of love. “The boy found himself wishing she’d look at him like that. “Later, the boy had to move overseas with his brother to learn how to take over the family business and the syndicate. Even from afar, he kept up with the girl’s life. When he heard she’d married the man she loved, it hurt. But he still wished her well. “But later, she died in a kidnapping. The one who orchestrated it was her husband’s supposed adopted sister, who was also his mistress. When the boy found out

That day, I cut off all contact with Sam and Pera. Seamus had once become my only safe haven, my only salvation, and it was only now that I finally understood how wrong I had been—he was never my savior at all, but the one who had truly killed my father. Just then, the door was pushed open so abruptly it nearly struck me, and Seamus froze as a flicker of shock crossed his eyes. He demanded what I was doing there, and I replied calmly that I had only wanted to talk, that he seemed busy, and that we could speak later.

“He’s unresponsive. No pulse.” Silence again. Then: “Copy. Prepare for hoist. Bring him up.” Kai’s hands shake as he clips the harness to the man’s limp body. He keeps touching him as he does it, like the contact means something. Like the sea hasn’t already decided. “You’re coming up,” Kai whispers, close to the man’s ear, even though he knows the guy can’t hear him. The cable tightens. The body rises. Kai watches it lift toward the helicopter. A dead weight swinging in wind. A life turned into cargo.

Then fear s***** in his hazel eyes as they landed on mine, and his expression dropped further, his grip on Michelle getting even tighter, and I desperately wanted to know what was going through his head, "Babe, do you know her?" Michelle asked in a soft tone, glancing over at me and then staring at Luke with a hint of confusion written on her face as well. This was it, the moment for him to finally redeem himself, for him to prove to me that he meant it when he said that he loved me, this morning and that this is all just a misunderstanding. "No." Luke coldly said, looking into my eyes, and I felt all hope leave my system,

He obviously knew I'd loose control if he did. “I died because of you, Henry.” I said and I saw his eyes narrowed. His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t look away, neither did he deny what he and Chrysantha did to me. “And now you stand here, acting like you have the right to protect me?” “I’m not acting,” he cuts in, but I held a hand at him, cutting him off. “Oh really? Then what is this?” I gestured between us wildly. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re trying to play savior after being my executioner.”