Novel & Cerita His Savior Her Executioner

“The savior. The one the prophecy spoke of.” Heat surged through my chest, colliding with disbelief. My heart thundered. “Where is she?” “In the dungeons,” he said softly. “About to be executed.” The world seemed to tilt. For a second, all I could hear was the roaring in my head. The maiden. The girl from earlier. The one with those same haunting blue eyes. My mind snapped back to her. Her beauty was unintentional and raw—the kind that disarmed and angered me all at once. And I had ordered her slaughtered.

They were ice blue but something had to be wrong with them. Red light glowed faintly at the edges like fire trying to break through ice. He stood up from his chair and my breath caught in my throat as he stepped into the light where everyone could see him properly. I knew who he was now even though I had never seen him up close before. Every slave knew the stories about Rowan Salvatore. He was the King's executioner who had killed a hundred wolves in a single battle when his own pack was destroyed. He was the cursed Alpha whose mates always died before the bond could complete and he was the monster parents used to scare their children into obedience.

“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.”

Her hands itching to hold on to something, a sense of support but no one was there to save her. I’m here now. I’m her Saviour and she will please only me. “Blue” he calls again knocking the door. She can hardly hear him from how she straddles me hoping to release, it fascinating to see her needy when she was scared some minutes ago. She adapts quickly and I detest the things that made her that way, people most especially. My grip on her neck tightens and I carry her to the couch, my fingers digging into her skin. She has begged enough for it and I was more than willing to give it to her.

He has already taken so much from me, and I refuse to let him take anything more. In order for me to be able to take my revenge without folding or anyone finding out who I am then I’ll have to be careful. I have to bury Isla forever because she will never come back that part of me is already dead my body is gone so I’ll have to do the same in my mind and from this moment onwards I will have to be Charlotte Chadwick. Arthur Chadwick is my father and Mary Jane Chadwick is my mother and they loved me and I loved them and now they’re dead and I’m taking over their legacy.

“You gave your Soul Core to my child and gave him the chance to reincarnate. I can’t repay this kind of great grace. If you don’t mind, I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth with you.” Malachi hugged her with force and said, “Then let’s go.” The woman shook her head. “I’d like to send him off.” “Don’t. You’ll only be upset.” “No. I have to…” “Alright, it’s up to you.” On the day the boy was executed, Malachi stood in the crowd with the woman. They stood a distance away as they watched the young man in a red robe tied to a cross. As for the executioner who was executing him, the woman’s face turned ashen when she saw her face more clearly.

I was disappointed I wouldn't be able to see him hang. Lazarus took a step to the side and watched me, his face a mix of emotions as if he was having an inward battle with himself. “Revenge is a bitch.” I muttered under my breath as the executioner placed a black bag and rope over the others' heads and moved to do the same to Abigail and I.

Tears fall down my face as I walk out of the room and to the execution field. The entire pack is waiting for me as I approach, and they all clap wildly as I walk up and hug Judith. “I already told them what was happening. They know why we are here. They support you.” Judith whispers to me. Turning my attention back to the pack, I plaster my best neutral face before speaking to them. “This, I hope, is the first and last execution you will ever attend that I must lead.” My words fail me as I watch Onyx sit in his Alpha chair in the pack's center. “It is under my and King Aiden’s ruling that it is declared that this execution takes place today. Executions are not something we ever wish to perfo

“Shhh… You fucked them up, Hilary, but don’t worry, you will redeem yourself tonight…with your life. You have to understand that what I am doing here isn’t a mindless butchery to satisfy my needs. No. It’s far beyond that. I am here to help you with your salvation. I didn’t strip you down because I wanted to screw you, silly. You are naked because ‘naked you came out of your mother’s womb, and naked you shall leave this world.’ And I have stripped myself naked before you because I have to be my original self, pure and uninhibited, before I can free you from your filthy flesh. Poetic, right? Is everything clear to you now, Hilary? You see, I’m just the chosen one. I am merely serving my purpo

He kept on holding her in his arms, kissing her hair, caressing her back, trying to comfort her while he was still in shock from her words. A murderer, she's a fucking murderer! you have really done it this time Ian! His inner self was mocking him. The golden boy, the captain's favorite go-to guy was hoarding a killer.