Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

"On the basis of my Elixir Saint title today, I decree that you capture that Devil's Practice follower and execute him on the spot!" The moment this order left his mouth, the simmering mob immediately flew up to the platform. Seeing the situation take a turn for the worse, Perfected Immortal Guyang rapidly flew over and blocked everyone with a flick of his sleeve. Situ Bei shot him an icy stare. "What's wrong? Is the Immortals' League going to shield this Devil's Practice follower as well?" Perfected Immortal Guyang saluted him. "Don't misunderstand, Elixir Saint Situ. We cannot hastily make a conclusion when this matter isn't properly investigated. If we kill an innocent, how does that make

I launched my torso forward, my boots digging into the slippery, soot-covered steel as the primitive beast beneath my ribs woke up with a cold, calculating fury. The executioner swung his massive blade in a horizontal arc designed to sever my legs at the knee. I bounded over the whistling steel, the sheer heat radiating from the broadsword shaving the tattered hem of my canvas duster. Before his weapon could complete its trajectory, I closed the distance between us, driving the hilt of my tactical knife straight through the center of his jawline. The wet, snapping crunch of fracturing bone echoed sharply over the hiss of the molten iron, but the giant barely blinked.

Whatever this is, I know it can’t be good. The Arbiter explains the procedure, his words washing over me in a haze of legal jargon. But one phrase cuts through the fog: “execution is recommended for the sake of the safety of our system.” My heart plummets. This is it. This is how I die. “Master Haden Marie Talos,” the Arbiter calls, “please stand.” I watch as the Talos Ringleader rises, his neatly combed blond hair gleaming under the harsh lights. He doesn't even look at me as the Arbiter asks for his decision.

The stench smell of blood was all over the place. The special soldier led by Tyler rampaged. They killed anyone they see breathing. Pulled their guts out from their body, sliced their head and limbs off without blinking an eye. “Go get them all!” The blue alpha ordered. He was sitting on a bench while watching those around him plead for mercy. ‘Too bad… if I couldn’t kill the strongest then I’ll eradicate the weak first,’ he thought. His leisure time ended when he was pinned down on the ground. He felt a strong force pulling him from below. “Kid, don’t be too lax and think that you could easily sneak away after what you’ve done.”

Instantly, his head felt a subtle sting when it accepted an overload of memories where he tried hard to forget about. Noel's eyes twitched, hiding his pain. "Please elaborate for me to understand." Madam Ruzka heed her Emperor’s command. "Do you remember the time when you see a figure of a person engulfed in shiny golden light? That was your Sol, your other half." His mouth agape, a flabbergasted expression formed on his ethereal face. "…Impossible.” He paused for a moment when another prickly sensation stung his consciousness. “My Sol just died awhile back, how can it reincarnate in a short matter of time?"

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“No! How can we survive?! I don’t know how to swim!” “I won’t let go of your hand, trust me.” “SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU! Stop arguing whether to jump or not because before you could do so, I’m going to kill you!” Mallory brings out a specialized gun, the only kind of gun that can harm any immortals. “Madison, in the count of three,” Aleister whispered. “No! I won’t do it! There has to be another way!” “Goodbye Madison...” “One!”

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

She did not look at Damon or Gideon with fear; her eyes were fixed on the executioner as he got to her side, his violet-glowing hand wrapping around her waist to pull her onto his back. "The High Council has lost control of the editor, Jasmine!" the executioner shouted, his mask flashing with a purple light as he pointed his axe toward a hidden old iron pipe that went through the southern wall of the big hole."The First Register will scrap the entire valley! We take the remaining core-blood and initialize the backup file in the southern provinces! Move!" ​"Damon! They’re escaping with the template!" Elara shouted, her energy stretched to its absolute absolute limit as she fought to maintain