Isekai Executioner Novels & Stories

he asked with a smile, as if excited for his next adventure. “This is just great,” Ridge said sarcastically as he put his backpack on his back and started walking towards us. “What’s an Executioner?” I asked softly to Shaun next to me. “They are the top ten Hunters of the Association. That number on his body means that he is the third of ten Executioners.” A feral grin escaped his lips. “And those lots are really a major pain in the ass.” I never doubted him and we followed them as we started our trail. I wanted to punch Cliff's face as he started calling me.

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

The Falcon tilted his head, his amber eyes locking onto Ren's midnight-blue scales. "My orders are not to retrieve you," the Executioner smiled, a cold, clinical expression. "My orders are to ensure that whatever monster you have become never crawls out of this abyss."

The Executioner’s blank, featureless faceplate seemed to stare in disbelief. "My turn," Sebastian whispered. He gripped the searing blade of the halberd, ignoring the blistering heat, and violently twisted his body. Using the Executioner's own momentum against it, Sebastian snapped the hard-light weapon perfectly in half. Before the alien god could react, Sebastian closed the distance. He drove his knee directly into the dent he had previously made in the Executioner's chest plate.

He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes. “She’s a hunter Alarick,” silver guy nodded and looked at me again. “So, did you have a good sleep?” Alarick, the silver guy asked. I groaned and look the other way, just when I am about to close my eyes, Alarick, the silver guy, softly grabbed my chin and controlled it to look at him. Both of them seemed unfazed by my presence and I can only think of one thing; they’ve killed a lot of humans that an alive one doesn’t scare them at all.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

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.