Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

She raised her hand, signaling for the executioner to proceed with the punishment. The executioner, a grim figure clad in black, stepped forward with the gleaming sword. The crowd fell into a heavy silence, knowing that there was no turning back now. Lucius, as the overseer of the execution, stood with a resolute expression, his duty clear despite the heaviness in his heart. As the blade fell, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Alpha Nyx and Lord Randall's heads rolled to the ground, and the courtyard was filled with a profound and somber silence.

"Yes Nicholas, is everything alright with mom? Are you getting her ready to get on a plane to here?" "Yes Sims, she's doing alright and is ready as soon as Luc gets here. No, I'm calling because Alpha Mihaita Lupu of the black shadow pack wants to talk to you." "Alright I'll get a hold of him as soon as I can." "Thanks, Simion. Oh yeah, Luc called me as he got on the plane and told me that you finally found your mate. Is it true Sims?" "Yes, brother and her name is Kora. I have you on speaker with her."

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

He froze, realising what he just did and waiting for his heart to stop or some other consequence. Their eyes met and hers widened with shock. She tried to rip her arm from his but he gripped it hard and slowly peeled up her sleeve, revealing her pale skin underneath. "Don't." She whispered, her entire body shuddering but he did. He touched her bare hand and she searched his face, desperately looking for signs of his death. "There are only five hallowed weapons that can kill a true immortal, Nehemey. You can never kill me with your touch." He told her.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

"What if one day you wake up and there's nothing left of the woman you used to be? What if the killing stops being something you do and starts being something you are? What then, Elara?" I held his gaze. "Then I'll still be standing. And I'll still be fighting. And I'll still be killing. Because that's the only way I know how to survive." "That's not surviving. That's destroying." "Maybe they're the same thing." He stepped closer to me. His hand reached out, hesitated, then dropped back to his side. "I don't want to watch you disappear," he said. "I've already lost you once. I can't do it again."

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”

He was a man awaiting his reckoning. The Executioners, a group of cold, stoic warriors chosen for their ruthlessness, stepped forward. Their faces were concealed behind masks, their eyes the only visible part of them, betraying no emotion. I could see the gleam of the ceremonial axes they held, their polished blades reflecting the sunlight, ready to do what was necessary. I stepped back as Elder Garrick continued. "Let the punishment be carried out." The first strike came quickly, almost too quickly. With just a swipe, Xavier's life was taken in an instant, his body falling to the ground as his head rolled off.