Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

mercenaries, numerous and well-equipped, attempting to completely suppress Victor and his men with heavy machine gun fire. “Damn it! Victor! You madman!” “Old Scar”—the burly captain with a face full of scars—was hiding behind a crane, roaring madly through a megaphone, “For a ‘dead man’! Is it fucking worth it?! The Council’s ‘immortality’! That’s ‘immortality’!” “Fuck your ‘immortality’!” Victor, half his body stained with blood, changed to a new magazine and fired wildly, “All I know is… debts must be repaid! It’s a matter of course!”

He was the **Executioner** of Aethelgard. "Subject 01 identified," the Silas-Sentry boomed, his voice a cold, mechanical chorus. "Violation of 'Reality-Protocols' detected. Initiating: **Final Deletion**." He raised a massive, white blade of light, aimed directly at my flickering heart. And then, a new sound filled the air. It wasn't a scream. It was a **Song**. From the shadows of the "Stitched" houses, the "Glitches" of the Trash Folder began to emerge. Jack the Noir Man, the Protagonist, the wireframe dragons—they were all here, standing on the streets of Seattle.

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

I walked to the window and stood there looking out at the grey mountain light. "What are the Executioners," I asked. "Not the title. What are they actually." "They are the Council's answer to a question that was supposed to be permanently resolved," Mara said. "Four individuals, always four, selected and trained specifically for one purpose. They carry blades forged with a compound that disrupts the Veyrith energy core on contact. One cut and the power goes dark. No projection, no regeneration, no presence. Just a body." She paused. "Then they finish it."

Willie gazed with his eyes totally open, his face brimming with outrage. As of now, Monica, who had been quiet this while, talked. "There are four kinds of chronic executioners as far as topographical ways of behaving the space type, meandering sort, fixed area type, and interruption type. The Death Judge is a common fixed area type. He would bait or hijack the casualty into a pre-arranged spot to perpetrate a wrongdoing. This sort of chronic executioner has an extremely amazing feeling of arranging and is exceptionally careful in his activities. Also, the Death Judge is a sure and quiet individual. I trust this won't be the final remaining one. He will perpetrate another wrongdoing!"

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

The white-robed youth immediately attacked the Exiled Bloods Embryo Immortal. Whoosh! Rumble! Bang! The Exiled Immortal's face turned pale with fright, but he still continued to fight the white-robed youth. However, the current Exiled Immortal of the Blood embryo was seriously injured, and the white-robed youth and his subordinate were not ordinary. With a few moves, they killed the Exiled Immortal of Blood embryo! Pu! Pu! Pu! The Exiled Blood embryo Immortal coughed out blood, not daring to believe that he died here.

"It is carved into the very foundation of this fortress, in a room that only the Alphas of the Silver-Moon may enter. It speaks of a girl born of the ink—a girl who would carry the 'Origin' in her blood. It says that when the Queen of Gold returns, the era of the Wolf will fall. It says you would strip us of our teeth, our fur, and our pride. You weren't a glitch, Kaima. You were the **Executioner**." I felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the blizzard. All the pain, all the years of feeling like a failure, all the nights I had spent crying and wondering why I wasn't good enough—it had all been a lie. I wasn't rejected because I was less than them. I was rejected because they were

The screams continued as he cleared the concrete steps, hesitantly stepping into the light. Darkous exploded into laughter as he glanced around the vast space beneath the house, the florescent lighting barely eliminating the space. He located the source of the gurgling cry, smiling as he watched the torture that played out before him. The space below the house had been renovated, holding all that was necessary to eternally torture those who dared to cross them. The screams were coming from the corner, a bloodied man strapped into a metal chair. The immortal being that the psychopathic lord had come to see was laughing playfully as he tore into the man’s chest with a small scalpel, creating a