Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

She puts her hand to my face and brings the talisman towards my cheek. "Stop it!" the guy yells. The talisman hits my skin, and it's so painful I can't even scream. My vision blurs and everything goes dark for a moment. Then Heather is gone. Yanked off of me. I hear her fall against the ground, her cry more from anger than pain. "I'll give you one chance," the guy says. "Leave now. In two seconds I won't be so merciful." His voice sounds so familiar, like it's always been with me. Like it's, oddly, a part of me. I try to place it, but my head throbs and I can't think straight, let alone open my eyes.

The blade hadn’t even pierced skin. The immortal looked down at the weapon with mild curiosity. “…This is new.” He grabbed the hunter by the throat. Lifted him off the ground. Easily. “Tell your masters something for me.” The hunter struggled violently, power crackling around him. “What” His voice cut off as the immortal’s eyes suddenly changed. Not wolf. Not human. Something older. Something wrong. “I’m not the one they should be hunting.” Then he crushed the hunter’s throat. The body dropped.

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

"You died." Nickey's gun was already aimed at her head. "Trina killed you. We watched you bleed out." "You watched a clone bleed out. A convincing one, I'll admit. But still just meat and circuitry." His mother stepped over Chen's corpse without looking. "I've had twelve backup bodies for years. Kill one, another activates. I'm functionally immortal. Annoying, isn't it?" Forty-five seconds until detonation. "The children—"

Then a stone in the corner of the nursery shifted. It was a block I had always thought was part of the wall, solid and unmoving. But now it slid backward with a harsh grinding sound. A dark opening appeared. Slowly, the Executioner climbed out of the tunnel beneath the floor. He wore torn clothes. His skin looked pale and grey. Yet when he looked at Leo Kael, something dangerous still lived in his eyes. “The lie was beautiful, Alpha,” the Executioner said quietly. His voice sounded dry and tired. “The coffin. The smoke. The grieving mother.

My body still felt the phantom heat of his touch, my pulse still stuttering from the way he’d looked at me before the world fell apart. I paced the length of the room, my bare feet silent on the cold hardwood. The "Executioners." I knew the stories. They weren't just soldiers; they were the Council’s cleanup crew, shifters who had long ago traded their humanity for the silver-clad authority of the High Wolf. If they were here, it meant the trial was a formality they intended to bypass. A soft, rhythmic scratching came from the service door near the dressing area. I froze, my hand darting to the heavy glass decanter on the sideboard. I gripped the neck of it, ready to swing. The door creaked

Then Virel agreed. Without hesitation, I drew a blade across my palm and let my blood spill onto the black stone. The moment my hand touched the altar, searing agony exploded through my body, fire surging through my veins as though molten lava had replaced my blood. My chest felt as if it were being ripped apart from the inside, awakening something ancient that had long been buried within my soul. And when the flames finally settled, I knew I would never be the same again. The Executioner had been born.

with that I punched him hard on his chest with all of my energy and power that he bumped on the tree some few meters away. "You love darkness. You are dark and so are your thoughts and intentions. No wonder you would turn into something horrible. I should have killed you. I should have closed your chapter long ago. I could have been able to save so many lives if I had been able to do something to you, including that of Margaret. You used all of them for all of your selfish needs and then threw them as the trashes around. I could have saved Royal queen mother, Briada, and even Ezio if I had killed you on time," I strode slowly towards him. "You don't deserve to be immortal. Why do you even fo

Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now. This very moment. Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist. Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood. Vampires. Well, one kind specificlly. Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood. Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.

The executioner, exploiting this, closed in with remarkable speed, seizing young Dexter by the neck and delivering a chilling message, "Your father tasked me with ensuring your death is painless, though I'm unsure how to achieve that. This is the best I can offer. Rest in peace, Prince Dexter!" Just as the executioner poised to snap Dexter's neck, Blaze unleashed a scorching beam of light from his hands, directing it fiercely at the executioner's face. The man's face began to liquefy like wax beneath an unrelenting sun. A haunting scream escaped the executioner as searing pain coursed through his body, his hands involuntarily releasing Dexter in a desperate attempt to assuage the torment. He