Rukia Execution Novels & Stories

Alone this time, no Silas, no Lyra, just Dominic Silvercrest behind his instrument of authority looking at his son come through the door at a velocity that makes his jaw set. "The execution order," I say. "Sit down, Dante." "I'm not sitting down," I say. "The execution order on Kira Volkov. I want to know why you issued it and I want to know what mechanism you used to bypass heir notification protocol because that bypass is itself a violation of..."

I knew something important had to have happened for him to be the one bringing the news to me himself. “What happened?” I asked. I already had a slight frown on my face from thinking of everything that could possibly be wrong. My palm slowly shifted off Roberta's thigh and I could tell it worried her by the way she glanced at me. She immediately went back to her food and tried to seem unbothered. “Our Ambassadors at Adrian's pack have both been executed publicly under the suspicion that they were responsible for Alpha Sebastain's death”, he said. Roberta dropped her spoon loudly on the floor when she heard what Manuel said.

I took her skull down from where it was hung and finally gave her a befitting burial. Chantria Van Acker, after being tried for my mother's death and King Nikolai's death, was sentenced to death. Her execution is today, and Zane doesn't try to stop it. I knew he went to see her one last time at the dungeons last night, but she's his mother. Will that ever be enough?

"Did you really think you could lord over everyone with those goons?" The restaurant owner chuckled. "I'll be straight with you—me and my friends are no big deal in Shagan, let alone the country, but here, we are kings! You have two choices now—either surrender that bitch and kowtow until I'm satisfied, or I'll make you a kite!" "A kite?!" Yana exclaimed in shock. It was an old execution technique where a person would have his guts pulled out like a kite string, while the body was thrown into the distance. It was nothing short of savage, leaving a man to rot like a kite drifting in the wind!

I hate that she’s reliving that bastard’s actions. “He raped her. I am the executioner of Crete, after all. And he deserved it. Anyone that would force themselves on another deserves death. And they don’t deserve to be my meal.” I spoke curtly, clenching my ax tightly, feeling that anger again. Andromache gasped, looking at Europa for confirmation. Europa tearfully nodded.

“The time has come; we shall prepare for her execution!” Two soldiers approached with a hemp rope in their hands, preparing to hang Yuri. In the Roland Continent, prisoners that received the death penalty were rarely executed by beheading but were executed by hanging. Yuri closed her eyes at the sight of the rope. She was devastated. ‘Darryl, I hope you’re alive. But I won’t be able to be with you from now on.’

CHAPTER 104: Justice and Jealousy 2 Elena's POV The execution was set for sunset, and the entire fortress gathered in the courtyard to witness it. I stood near the back with Anna, my stomach churning with a mixture of dread and something else I couldn't name. The scaffold had been erected in the center of the courtyard, dark wood against the fading light of day. Silver chains hung from the posts, waiting. Kieran stood on the platform in full ceremonial armor, his face carved from stone. Marcus was beside him, along with the pack's executioner…a massive warrior I had never seen before, his face hidden behind a dark hood.

Make it a way to show he means nothing to us, that he will not be remembered. “Juden Trilavantas. For the crimes of treason and murdering King Alexander Nimair and Queen Evelyne Nimair, you are sentenced to death. As your confession has been said, we will consider them your last words.” The Executioner raises his gun, the barrel pressed to the kneeling man’s chest. The safety is released but the sinking feeling inside me won’t leave. “Stop!” I shout before the gun can be fired. Standing to my feet I make my way down the stage and onto the platform, not caring about the blood that covers the temporary stage.

Russian words continued flowing from his mouth, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and the executioners went to work, after he finished speaking. The one at the guillotine took the place of someone who had been holding up the jagged blade, while Czar Aleksandr had been forced into the neck rest. The one at the gallows double checked the security of the noose that encircled Tasha's neck, then grabbed the rope that controlled the platform she stood upon. Both men were ready to kill, and I wondered how many people they had executed, over the years. They didn't seem the least bit disturbed.

My skin prickled as I followed Dimitri, my eyes flicking to the faces in the crowd, seeking a clue to the source of my unease. We reached the high table, a platform overlooking the central square where the executions would take place. The pyres were already set up, their dark forms stark against the twilight sky. I took my seat, my gaze drawn inexorably to the first pyre. The accused, a struggling young woman was dragged forward and bound to the stake. Erica Miller- Killed her husband.