Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

And how? I really love her and I won't be able to live If I'd killed her. Now I have to choose between my personality and my emotions. It's really hard to make a decision in times like this. And Master isn't even helping matters. He keeps manipulating my dreams indirectly. And manipulating me into killing her. If I don't kill her, I'll lose my post and powers as an immortal to a mortal, but if I kill her, I'll lose my heart and mind. What sort of dilemma is this?

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

So he can trust her. "I am glad to see you again, dear king." Sicario saluted and bowed. Elijah just nodded at this and continued to watch him. His white hair is long due to old age and his skin is wrinkled. Such creatures are rarely seen in Wysteria, as none of the immortal's age, except for mages who cross the mortal world. "She is no longer alive," Sicario said calmly and seemed to immediately recognize who the woman was now lying on the bed. "I'm not going to fidget anymore, Sicario. Is there any way to bring Elena back to life?" Elijah asked this seriously.

No one will be able to say that I did something underhanded at today’s execution. “The men and women before us will each say their final words one at a time before their execution. It will be quick for them as we are not monsters like they are. Executioner, you may begin.” With that I make my way to my seat, Sky taking my hand in his and giving it a light squeeze. One by one the Executioner brought a prisoner forward, giving them their chance to speak. Some begged for their lives, admitting their guilt and wishing for a second chance but I know better. If you give a Traitor any chance, they will turn around and stab you in the back without hesitation. Only three admitted they would do everyt

My gaze snaps to Sofia. Her eyes glow faintly silver, terror and disbelief tearing across her face as power thrums dangerously close to the surface. Realization hits me like a hammer. She can kill immortals. Something no prophecy ever mentioned. Something no one has ever seen. The remaining assassins falter. That hesitation costs them their lives. I tear through them with brutal efficiency, the bond feeding me strength and precision. One goes down with a crushed throat. Another’s spine snaps beneath my grip. The forest fills with snarls, bone-breaking impacts, and the copper stink of blood.

"Kid, who's the earthbound immortal outside?" Chad quickly replied, "It's Hansen Kara from Karamon." Meran looked puzzled and asked, "What's he here for?" Chad hurriedly explained, "Someone named Landry Wilt wants to use a Dead Man's Piece in exchange for the opportunity to become an immortal ghost!" Meran got up when he heard that. His deep red robes fluttered, and the sinister aura of his body was terrifying. "A Dead Man's Piece is like a badge of the underworld! He has worn it for two years and has less than a hundred days left to live—"

The sickening crunch of bones snapping echoed through the deathly silent cave. Lia coughed up a mouthful of blood, curling into a ball in the corner, shaking uncontrollably. It was absolute bloodline suppression. "Know your place, mongrel," the head spoke coldly, his tone dripping with undeniable cruelty. "Who gave you permission to eye my prey?" At that moment, every single observer held their breath. That was the legendary "Executioner," the vampire-werewolf hybrid tyrant! He was known to tear every intruder to shreds before elegantly feasting on their entrails.

"She is a monster! She is a slave! Executioners, strike her down! Guards, cut her throat! KILL HER NOW!" Driven by the unhinged command of their lady, six elite Vanehart Executioners—broad, heavily armored veterans clad in dark iron plate and carrying massive two-handed execution broadswords—vaulted over the perimeter wall of the lower concourse. They drew their heavy, notched steel blades with a collective, terrifying metallic CLANG, charging straight down the marble stairs to intercept Aurelius at the base of the golden ramp. "In the name of House Vanehart, yield the domestic!" the lead executioner roared, raising his six-foot blade high above his helmet, his muscle-bound frame locked into

Immediately, the knife slipped from left to right across Greg’s collar. Logan released the victim’s head, stepped back a few feet while Greg lingered on his knees. The executioner then discharged two rounds in the back of Greg’s skull. Logan repeated the same brutal tactics to Bob careful not to injure the lower parts of his body. Their dead carcasses distributed over the carpet. Large bloodstained disparate in areas.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.