His Savior Her Executioner Novels & Stories

when I am the one who has tried to kill him. My heart hammers. My tears, mingling with blood, streak down my cheeks. I look up, and for the first time, I see him. Not as the demon. Not as the executioner. But as the man I thought I knew. The man I thought was the villain in my life… yet who saved me when everyone stood against me. Yet he doesn’t glance at me, not really. He is all command, all presence, moving us away from the carnage.

I was surprised when he pointed at Jerick on the side. "You, there!" he called out, pointing directly at my brother. "I am certain you longed for this moment. As your leader, I will grant you the privilege to take him to his end. AVENGE YOUR FAMILY!!! This is your chance to do so." Roars of cheers echoed around as he designated the task to Jerick. Seth's words sent shivers down my spine. His twisted sense of helping us achieve vengeance was sickening. Jerick was appointed as the executioner, and Seth acted as the Pilate who refused to have Alexei’s blood on his dirty hands.

He insisted that he would bear the blame for his dad's actions, speaking endlessly of his supposed devotion. Salvador had ordered them brought here today, not only to witness the execution but to tear the mask of hypocrisy from Nicholas' face. After Nicholas saw Clifford captured, he knew there was no chance for him to turn things around. Only death awaited him. Death didn't frighten him anymore—what he feared was the dishonor of being labeled a traitor. But now, as he was brought to the execution ground, his legs went weak and his heart raced at the sight of the executioner's large blade resting on the man's shoulder. The fear crept over him like a tide, drowning him in terror.

I admired in my mind. There was no need for verbal explanation, her own strong abilities were enough to debunk those rumors. Quickly, the crowd dispersed, leaving only a young girl standing with Isabella. The young girl was talking with Isabella. Seeing Isabella's smile on her face, I finally felt relieved. "Mr. Parker, Alpha Marc Hickman is urging us. We have to go." Luke reminded. I nodded, took a deep look at Bella, turned around, and strode away...

I responded, my voice gave in, I could not avert my gaze, he looked so pale I could feel it in my blood that he needed help, but with my current knowledge of the cause of action, I was more convinced now. In the past day I had done every research within my field and I had rattled through all the collection of herbs practice Emily had done. The Savior's ritual poisons the blood stream and it makes you sick from the inside. It doesn’t always kill the victim, it makes them beg for the place of the person they tried to save, and Lucian was everything but dumb, whoever he tried to save must be worth his life. “I saw your message.” I began; he nodded but walked past me, I trailed after him. And to

“And an heir whose soul has been marked by fate itself!” Soren growled even louder. “You know nothing!” “I know everything, and that’s exactly why I’m here!” I shot back, steadying my grip on the blade. “Soren of Ravencrest, do you confess to the murder of Ned Michaels, your own blood, your cousin?” “I confess, and I don’t regret it!” he declared without hesitation. The knife in my hand grew longer, its edge seeming to pulse as if it reacted to my determination. As an executioner, I felt my duty settle over me; cold, firm, and unwavering. I lifted the blade higher, ready to carry out my judgment.

"You murderer. Let me go." She began to struggle, her weak fists thumping against his back. Sloane did not flinch. He tightened his grip until her bones creaked. "Listen to me, Savior." His voice vibrated through her chest. "I do not know who you think you are. I do not care. Right now, you are a beacon for every Inquisitor in the Marches. If I put you down, they will get hold of you and do whatever they like to you." He paused. "Unfortunately, we are anchored together. If you die, I die too. So sit still and do not make this more difficult than it already is."

"You're Hannah? Then who am I?" Hannah frowned. Senior-year Hannah and freshman-year Hannah existed at the same time. This had never happened before. Maybe this meant there was a chance to change how things turned out. Hannah explained everything that had happened to both of them. She also told them about the possible killers she had narrowed down through the previous time loops. In the end, they focused on two suspects, my classmate, Chris Zimmer, and my homeroom teacher. Chris was the person who had arrogantly said his father would deal with me.

I'm known throughout Jindora as a hopeless simp. Even after my fiancee, Rachel Trent, has left me standing at the altar 98 times, I still forgive her every time. During our 99th wedding, someone anonymously sends a million-dollar wedding gift. Then, instead of our wedding photos on the screen, the display suddenly switches to a live broadcast. Clarence Spears has just been auctioned off for his first night with another woman for one million dollars. Tears glisten in his eyes as he stares into the camera, as if he's saying goodbye for the last time. "Rachel, if I can't be your husband, there's no point in waiting anymore. I only hope that you'll never forget me." Rachel immediately tear

"That bitch Isabella! She should have died! I'm the one who made her life a living hell in prison! How dare she do this to me!" Her hysterical shrieks echoed through the microphones across the entire hall. I stood on the stage, watching the crazed Cassandra, watching the looks of contempt from below. I didn't feel anger. Just a vast, empty sense of absurdity. I thought I was protecting my family, protecting our honor. In reality, I was an executioner. I had personally sent the woman I loved to hell. I had made a deal with the devil, and the devil was her. "Isabella..." I whispered to myself.