Isekai Executioner Novels & Stories

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

She asked " well Nessa has this case she's working on well people are suddenly dying her in Newyork we just got here so we didn't here about it. So the killler is a Vampire and I suspect her assistant because I know for sure he is from the underworld and a Vampire. But Nessa doesn't believe me I want to make her see that hes a Vampire " I finished ranting. "Wait what!!!! That means shes not safe and who the hell is this assistant of hers " she panicked "That's why we need to help her!" I said "Ok what do we need to do ?" She asked "I just want to confirm and make Nessa know he's a Vampire that's all " I stated cause I my self dont even know what to do.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Isla ran deeper into the chaos, putting distance between her and Alpha Kylen. She was fighting her way towards me blocking blows from the enemies, catching me off guard Elder Zeeb appeared out of nowhere and attacked me, a smile lined his face when he pulled out the weapon Isla had drawn for us. The Immortal scythe. “Get out of there.” She yelled into my mind, panic in her voice as Zeeb swung and I blocked his blow. “I can’t love, he needs to be stopped.” I replied.

Silas lost control. He lunged forward, his Alpha power exploding into the room like a golden wave. Killian answered immediately, his own power rising like smoke and iron. The two Alphas faced each other like enemies ready to tear the hall apart. But the Executioner ignored them. His eyes were fixed on me. He walked slowly toward my chair. His hand rested on the handle of his silver axe. “If there is no secret,” he said quietly, “then the mother should not fear a simple test.”

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.

He was the **Executioner** of Aethelgard. "Subject 01 identified," the Silas-Sentry boomed, his voice a cold, mechanical chorus. "Violation of 'Reality-Protocols' detected. Initiating: **Final Deletion**." He raised a massive, white blade of light, aimed directly at my flickering heart. And then, a new sound filled the air. It wasn't a scream. It was a **Song**. From the shadows of the "Stitched" houses, the "Glitches" of the Trash Folder began to emerge. Jack the Noir Man, the Protagonist, the wireframe dragons—they were all here, standing on the streets of Seattle.

"It is carved into the very foundation of this fortress, in a room that only the Alphas of the Silver-Moon may enter. It speaks of a girl born of the ink—a girl who would carry the 'Origin' in her blood. It says that when the Queen of Gold returns, the era of the Wolf will fall. It says you would strip us of our teeth, our fur, and our pride. You weren't a glitch, Kaima. You were the **Executioner**." I felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the blizzard. All the pain, all the years of feeling like a failure, all the nights I had spent crying and wondering why I wasn't good enough—it had all been a lie. I wasn't rejected because I was less than them. I was rejected because they were

Elara spoke. “Silence!” The Executioner spoke. The Executioner happens to be the lead warrior in the Prosecutors’ army during the Great Battle of the Sirens. He is the first warrior to eliminate 4 million sirens as a warlord. No one dared to speak before him unless asked to. “Who asked you to speak before the board?” The Executioner continued. “You don’t seem to understand women, Executioner; that is why you were never blessed with a mate.” The elder of legacy spoke.

"Vicki!" I looked over to find Benjamin running towards me. The soul eater saw him as well and, giving a deep guttural scream, bounding off the wall to race towards him. Benjamin raised an arm holding out a pistol I had never known him to have. He immediately fired off rounds at it, but it was fast, paranormally fast. It dodged each bullet by bouncing off the walls and continued to race towards him. They slammed together toppling to the floor and grappling around on the ground. The gun went flying towards me almost as if it were offering itself to me. It was a fortuitous movement that would never happen again in a million years, and I was not about to take it for granted. I swooped down and