Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently). She learned he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was open and unguarded, like it surprised him. She found out he’d been exiled—not officially, but in every way that mattered—because he refused to hide a cultivation discovery that could help rootless cultivators. He lost everything for that choice. She learned he knew about every bruise she’d had even without asking, because he paid attention, and checked in about them the way you talk about old injuries—not to poke, just to know which doors not to open carelessly. One night, sitting there, she realized sh

"If he turns it... the null-field will collapse the core entirely." The first vanguard executioner reached our level, his heavy, gold-embossed crimson armor scraping against the blue ice face as he rappelled down the thick hemp rope. His face was hidden behind a featureless, polished brass visor that reflected the cold, dead gray of the sky. In his right hand, he held a heavy, short-bladed executioner’s iron, its edge notched and dark with the stains of old palace purges. He didn't speak; he merely swung his boots outward, using the momentum to drive his heavy, spiked heels directly toward Killian’s pinned lower legs, intending to shatter the Alpha’s joints just as Vane had commanded.

If she's only not ruthless, she will never suffer all these things. Stefano waited for a few seconds because Natalia might have something to say but she didn't speak. So Stefano pulled out the sharp sword and without emotion, it moved quickly, and just for a second Natalia's head was thrown and it rolled on the floor. Its eyes are wide open. Natalia's body suddenly trembled and she fell to the floor. Blood gushed out from its neck that had been severed from deep within its body. It was red and sticky. Stefano was not surprised because the body of the immortal is like that when the head is cut off. The body will not die immediately. After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until

The heavy executioner’s axe caught the pale morning light, its iron edge gleaming cold, sharp, and relentless against the bruised-purple sky. A collective breath hitched across the plaza. Thousands of onlookers stood frozen, their eyes locked on the dark granite block. Lord Vane watched with a triumphant, sinister smirk spreading across his face as the heavy-armored executioner raised the double-headed blade high above his head, muscles straining under his leather pauldrons. Inquisitor Varek gripped the heavy iron leash tight, his knuckles white, expecting the silver-haired female to bow her neck in terror.

However, in a secret location deep beneath the Atlantic Ocean, at the headquarters of The Syndicate, a man with a mechanical voice was staring at a screen displaying photos of Liora and Mavric. "Eleanor Thorne has failed," the man said. "She was just a noisy pawn.” Now, send in 'The Executioner'. “We no longer need Chimera through diplomatic channels.” “We will take it through bloodshed." "Who is 'The Executioner', Sir?" asked a subordinate. "The man Liora fears most from her past... The man who was supposed to be dead in a military prison ten years ago. Liora’s older half-brother... Marcus White." A new mystery unfolded.

"He's supposed to be in a tomb, locked away for all eternity" "No, he escaped, I was there to witness it" 'So they didn't lie' Villa thought "Was it was you who set him free!? It explains your red eyes then" "So can you?" "Even if I could I wouldn't, no one and nothing can kill him, he's immortal, the best thing you can do is kill off his rotten, I mean, his vampire followers" Skyler took the revolver Villa had out of her hand and inspected it, on the black chrome barrel stood the bold letters 'Magnum 500'

He was the Vanguard's deadly ghost. He sank into the ground. He emerged right on top of the first Executioner, and drove his silver daggers through the monster's head. The beast collapsed, but Jace pushed it off his shoulders, flipping over in the air. He fired his daggers, plunging them into the next two guards' throats before they could even get their weapons out.

Silas reached out, his hand finding a discarded tactical rifle, his fingers moving with a slow, agonizing effort to level the weapon at the man who had just stolen the Vane legacy. "You... killed... my... father..." Silas managed to rasp, the words accompanied by a spray of dark, violet-stained blood that painted the deck between them, he wasn't asking for an explanation, he was delivering a sentence, a final act of the Executioner that he had been born to be. Arthur didn't even look at the rifle, he simply tilted his head, and a localized EMP pulse from the girl from the tank fried the weapon’s electronic firing pin, rendering it a useless piece of scrap metal in Silas’s trembling hands.

At this time, another bolt of immortal light and lightning suddenly struck down and directly killed this testee. When the news was spread, all parties were shocked. This was the first time in history that an expert who had become immortal had wiped out a latecomer. "Shameless! That's too overbearing!" "This person has become an immortal, yet he can't have latecomers successfully go through God's tests. What kind of person would do that? He's so vicious. Is he trying to crush the latecomers' chances of immortality?"