Novel & Cerita His Savior Her Executioner

he chuckles, fixing his shirt and rising to his toe. I looked at him baffled. “We’re the Tri-Alpha! We are supposed to care for our reign on top of everything,” I shouted because he must be losing his mind right now. I love Victoria Stephens. I really do but before I was her mate, I am the executioner of the Tri-Alpha who took the oath to do everything in order to reign in this feral world. My heart beats for her but the vision, my mission, and everything about me is full of my plans for the Tri-Alpha only.

He was a man awaiting his reckoning. The Executioners, a group of cold, stoic warriors chosen for their ruthlessness, stepped forward. Their faces were concealed behind masks, their eyes the only visible part of them, betraying no emotion. I could see the gleam of the ceremonial axes they held, their polished blades reflecting the sunlight, ready to do what was necessary. I stepped back as Elder Garrick continued. "Let the punishment be carried out." The first strike came quickly, almost too quickly. With just a swipe, Xavier's life was taken in an instant, his body falling to the ground as his head rolled off.

In three strides he was before her, towering, the candlelight flickering across the rage and desperation etched into his face. “You think I don’t know what I am?” he demanded, his breath ragged. “You think I don’t wake every night choking on the weight of it? I am both executioner and savior, and it’s killing me. But I will not—” His voice cracked, his hand trembling where it hovered between reaching for her and restraining itself. “I will not let Weston consume you too.” The silence that followed was unbearable. The candlelight trembled. And Savannah, trembling too, realized that desire and devastation had twined together so tightly she could no longer tell them apart.

You don't know any of this, do you? Penny stared in terror. Her lips were trembling, and she couldn't utter a single word. All those details she had once glossed over, the gaps she had covered up with her being too young to remember clearly, now became evidence that crushed her lies. The muscles in Leon's face twitched as he forced out a smile more painful than crying. The real savior was Veronica! What had he done in return? He used her kidney to save her enemy! And he let her mother die based on lies!

For years I saw him like a savior but little did I know that he was the devil himself, ruining my life and repeatedly screwing me over. "And your parents' death, there wasn't any robbery, I killed them myself. " Before I could reply, Matteo brought out a gun and shut him right in the middle of his head. The ringing sound in my head overshadowed my screams and blood came out of the hole in the middle of his head. And life slowly left him. Today, the man who I thought was my savior had screwed my life over and was killed by the only person who I loved. Today I realized life was indeed never black and white.

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.

I was alone. I tried to stand, but the baby, my Void, reacted. The Executioner, a man who had killed hundreds of Alphas, was like a beacon. Silver energy pulsed through my veins, glowing like liquid metal. My heartbeat matched its rhythm, wild and fast. “There it is,” the Executioner breathed, hand hovering inches from my skin. “The light that consumes.” “Stop!” Killian’s voice cut like a blade. He had broken away from Silas, sword in hand, and lunged. But Silas moved faster, not to save me, but to keep the secret. He tackled Killian mid-air. They crashed into the stone table, splintering it into pieces.

"If you’re going to die, Rhys, you’ll wait until I’ve collected every debt you owe me." She stood tall, wrapped in bandages but radiating a terrifying, sovereign power. My mate. My executioner. My savior.

I stumbled but kept my chin up. "Wait," I tried again as they tied me to the thick wooden post. Rough ropes cut into my arms and legs. "Kael, listen to me. I would never hurt an innocent woman. Please. Someone is playing you." He stepped closer, close enough that I could see the dark circles under his eyes. His Luna's death had broken something in him. "Save your breath, witch. You die today." The executioner stepped forward with a burning torch. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst. This was really happening. They were going to burn me alive.

The director repeated the instructions: "Remember, today is the scene with your mother. She comforts you and you have to show strength, as if you were slowly starting to breathe again after the pain." "Understood, director," Alía said with a professional smile. But inside her, the scene resonated in a different way. She was thinking of Samuel and how much it hurt to have him far away. Meanwhile, miles away, Samuel was sitting in his office facing a dark oak desk. His gaze was fixed on the computer screen and his fists were clenched. The door opened after a couple of soft knocks. His secretary poked her head in. "Mr. Anderson, the investigators have arrived."