Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

I always thought they had done away with the Reaper's office, but seeing that damn wolf cloaked in black, it's edges as if they'll most likely untangle leaving him naked, I'm forced to revisit my thoughts. Presumably it was rumored that the wolf who held that office was immortal and that it's the weapon that chooses the man. I can't really see how anyone would be excited to become an executioner, especially in this day when wolves are no longer murdered but excommunicated from their packs. "Can't believe we're really doing this?" Veron comments. "Are you sure you want to go against the Federation?" "You don't have to. But I promised Halie and I have my own conscience to live by. "

The moment that I laid my eyes on her, I already knew that Victoria Stephens is mine. “ Technically, he killed me first,” Lourde said in between his laugh. I howled knowing he’s stepping towards Victoria but the bound in my body made no mercy against my attempt to stop him. “ Come on. I thought Erebus are supposed to be feisty and wise like how my father describes them. What happened, heiress? You failed to see how he’s useless? He’s not an alpha. Heck. He’ll never be.” “ Shut up!” I shouted. “ I’m a fucking alpha. You failed to realize I’m the executioner, now? And technically speaking, you’re a ghost, Lourde. You’re dead.”

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

But right in the center of the path, the towering, ebony-skinned giant with the cascading silver-white hair completely collapsed. His bare knees struck the hard cobblestones with a concussive crack. His large hands flew to his face as a choked, agonizing weep tore from his throat, his broad chest heaving as he rocked back and forth. He was entirely unraveled by the phantom echoes of a thousand years of slaughter playing on a loop behind his ice-light eyes. He wasn't a god—none of them were. They were simply immortals. Abused, starved immortals who quite frankly wished for death rather than having to live with the horrific guilt of what they had become. He flinched, his head ducking down as h

The cage in my chest rattled violently. “You killed her,” I whispered. “You burned my home. You murdered my father.” “I didn’t kill her.” He shrugged, utterly indifferent. “I just opened the door for the rogues. Elena Ashford gave the orders. I was merely the executioner.” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming. “And you, little wolf, are the unfinished business.” He uncorked the vial. The dark liquid hissed, releasing a foul, acrid scent that made my stomach turn.

"His Majesty has revoked your security clearance. Effective immediately." Aria pushed past them, her jaw set, but stopped dead at the threshold. Two massive shapes blocked out the light of the corridor. Ethan hadn't just locked the door; he had stationed his elite imperial executioners outside. They stood over seven feet tall, their chests clad in dark, light-absorbing obsidian armor. Their faces were hidden behind faceless iron visors, their heavy executioner axes resting against their boots. The scent of old blood and executioner's ash rolled off them in suffocating waves.

he asked with a smile, as if excited for his next adventure. “This is just great,” Ridge said sarcastically as he put his backpack on his back and started walking towards us. “What’s an Executioner?” I asked softly to Shaun next to me. “They are the top ten Hunters of the Association. That number on his body means that he is the third of ten Executioners.” A feral grin escaped his lips. “And those lots are really a major pain in the ass.” I never doubted him and we followed them as we started our trail. I wanted to punch Cliff's face as he started calling me.

The reinforced glass of his monitors spider-webbed under the sheer weight of the entity's presence. "A parasite sitting upon the throne of the creators," the High Executioner projected its voice, a chilling, harmonic chorus of absolute indifference that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly against the skull. "And a thief who stole our sacred imprint. Your existence is an insult to the cosmic order." The Executioner slowly raised a golden, gauntleted hand.

As it fills the room, I feel the pain in exchange of travelling through time and for my immortality. I felt needles piercing my body, my skin felt like peeling. My mortal body was once again becoming immortalized. Tears filled my eyes , I'm crying because of the pain. The pain of being alone. As the blinding light fades, so did the piercing activities in my body. We're still in the room, Leana was hugging an older version of her son and a grown Dante. I fell down to my knees, though very weak I was able touch her shoulders and said, "Leana, we're safe."