Rukia Execution Novels & Stories

Is this really how I’d die? “You would be useful in my bed” the soldier said slyly. I heard a female whimper. “No!” That was Flak. I raised my head and I saw Hakil lifting Flak by the neck. “Please release him, please!!! I’ll do anything you say!” Ria cried on her knees Hakil completely disregarded her and stood at our centre, Flak desperately struggling for oxygen in his grip. “The reward for disobedience.” He said firmly and crushed Flak’s neck and beheaded him.

"Arrest them, for attempted murder, and for treason against the blood fang pack, they're going to be executed in a few days, they do not deserve any sort of mercy." The guards surrounded them instantly. Only then did the arrogance disappear from Cole and Ria's faces. Ria suddenly dropped to her knees. "Oliver, baby please, I made a mistake, I wasn't thinking, I was manipulated, you know I love you." Ria screamed out. "Please, think about how much you cared for me, I promise, I'll change, I can't be executed,I don't want to die." Cole also fell to his knees. "Oliver! We grew up together, we were brothers, please don't do this."

Rocco collects the remaining men—zip-ties, gags, efficient. I kneel beside the broken case. The vials are cracked but intact enough. I look at Elena. She nods once. I crush them under my boot—one by one. Blue liquid hisses on concrete, evaporates. Amber smokes. Clear simply spreads, harmless now without activation. Irina watches, face twisting. “You’re killing the future.” “No,” I tell her. “We’re giving it a chance.” We drag her and her people to the extraction point—a waiting van, Katarina’s old contacts behind the wheel. No executions. No bodies in the harbor. Mercy again.

But even he knew that this was probably the closet anyone got to seeing a real live death warrant. The man on the ground read it and his eyes grew wider and wider. “Bratva Enforcers?” He looked up at Viktor. “But you only take down Bratva criminals, we are not Bratva!” Viktor stood. “This is the official decree to kill you all upon sight. You killed some Bratva in Spain ten years ago, one of them was a Council member’s son. Your first strike to them. But you did not stop there, did you? You killed an Italian businessman and his entire family in Italy, two years later.”

Elena remarked, her tone devoid of any signs that she was joking around. But still, that caused Daciana to scoff before smirking lightly, even though her heart began racing as Alan turned his gaze to her briefly before he went to his secluded seat. Anyway, after the cheering from the crowd died down, the Delta brought her gaze to Kellen, her eyes filled with a weird mix of contempt and pity. "Today, we're gathered to witness the execution of Kellen Ryker, who committed a grave act." She remarked, her tone shaking slightly for whatever reason. "He killed his father, the late Alpha King, in cold blood and now he must pay for his crime."

I laced my fingers around the long sword that still had Merida’s blood on it and hovered it over his neck as my voice echoed out over the silent crowd. ”Rudolf Erwin! For the crime of conniving, treason, and attempted murder of the royal king, I execute you today! You insult the mountain city! And you are unworthy of my loyalty and protection!” I thundered, hammering the sharp tip of the sword neatly into his neck with a meaty crunch so that some of the front liners in the crowd turned away, whimpering and shaking with fear. ‘This was what it meant to be king Hector, son.’ My father’s voice echoed in my ear as I watched emotionless, the body of the man toppling over before I kicked it off th

“You… you killed her?” “Yes.” I didn’t flinch. Didn’t soften it. “Irina is dead. I made sure of it. Rukov took her body to Khaled. A little wedding gift, just in case he never invites me.” “You are such a heartless person, Zeden.” Her voice trembled, but there was steel underneath it now. “How could you take a person’s life? Didn’t you say it was just punishment? Why would you kill her? You’re a cold-blooded animal.”

I did not scroll as I noticed the photo. Two adults. A man and a woman. Both died. Both executed. There was a single line below the picture. Established targets: the parents of Drina Volkov. I felt a sharp pang of pain that was sudden, as if someone had plunged a blade between my ribs. "So that's it," I muttered. I sat back and massaged my face. It had been no secret to me that Drina was on fire, but I had not known that my world had gotten the match.

Kaiden stood over two more, expression flat and breathing steady. I stepped into the cell. “Enough,” I said. Everything stopped. I looked at them. Then said, very clearly, “Execute them.” A slow grin split Ryan’s face. Kieran’s expression sharpened into something vicious and satisfied. Kaiden only nodded once. Ryan looked at me. “All of them?” “Yes.” Kieran’s smile turned ugly. “Finally.” One of the younger rogues surged upright. “You can’t just…” Ryan broke his nose with one punch.

THE FOLLOWING DAY The courtyard of the Bratva Empire was filled before sunrise—soldiers lined up in black, forming a circle of steel and silence. Three traitors knelt at the center: Nikolai Morozov. Dimitri Vorobev. Vera Sergeev. Their hands were bound, knees pressing into the cold concrete, faces already marked by torture. Before them lay the execution table—stained from decades of Bratva justice. Senator Sergeev was on his knees, held down by guards, screaming hoarsely as he watched his daughter positioned with her head against the wooden block. “No—no! Vera! Not my daughter! Please—please, Pakhan!” His cries tore through the air.