Rukia Execution Novels & Stories

Thomas called for an immediate vote, looking satisfied, and Elena knew she'd given him the evidence he needed to execute her. "Four votes for deaPack Thomas said after the hands went up. Under Cross pack supervision, two custody votes. One abstention. Elena Volkov receives a 24-hour silver backward,n execution by majority." Dante's chair flew backward and Marcus had to stop him from attacking the council bench. Elena was numb as she processed her death sentence and the fact that her unborn child would die with her, and the tribunal guards were already taking her into custody when the chamber doors burst open. David and a woman in photos entered, and behind them was the man from the photo who

Of course, only high-ranking people could set foot on Drachentia while the rest of the troops returned. Thanks to that incident, I became famous as 'The Wrecking Bride' among the citizens of the Cruox Empire for fighting in a wedding dress. The picture of me that seems to rule the ocean(?), published in the Cruox Empire newspaper, even went up for auction. This happened much later time. On the same day, after the coronation ceremony of the king and queen held, Hayden, Raymon, Sarah, and the head of the Callilarie family were executed in the capital's plaza. In the same place, I almost died.

the traitor croaks. I don’t think I would have minded seeing the little cockroach beaten up by his own cronies once they realized how deep into the shit he’d dug them all. I scowl at Kris and my grip tightens on the arms of the opulent chair placed at Rafe’s right hand for me. I wouldn’t mind tearing out his throat myself. Unfortunately, he gets the mercy of one swift slice. Rafe flicks flecks of spittle off his royal pant leg and nods to Horacio, who I have since learned is the royal executioner.

I said to Dmitri. "If he lives," Dmitri replied. "Which he won't." Victoria raised her hand. "Kill them all," she ordered. Gunfire erupted. Immediate. Overwhelming. Volkov's men went down first. All eight in seconds. Professional execution. "Scatter!" I shouted. "Find cover!" We dove behind containers. Bullets everywhere. Ricocheting off metal. Sparking. Deafening. One brother beside me took three bullets. Dead before he hit the ground.

From that moment on, even though I tried to fight him, my fate was sealed. ♦ ♦ ♦ Once the first steps are taken down the dark path, there is no turning back. Viktor Drichey was there to witness the cold-blooded murder of Sederit Hischer when the Inquisitors executed the lunatic for the sacrilegious crimes committed by the Tomb Raider. The execution took place on the one night of the third month of summer. A night that marks the middle of the year. A night when dark things were loose in the world. It was Nightmarefest Night.

Ilyria was pulled from Thassa and she was forced to look up. The two men stood with their hands tied behind their backs, the rope attached to a crossbar. Ilyria recognized Dirk's henchmen. This was their punishment for his humiliation. She wanted to look away. She tried to turn away but wherever she turned she was jostled around so she was once again facing that horrifying structure. Even as she watched the executioner turned a lever that lifted the rope holding the men's hands, pulling their arms painfully behind them and upwards. The men started to jump, trying to lift themselves up to relieve the pressure on their shoulders. Still the lever turned. Ilyria heard the crack as their arms wer

I say as I wait for Vilkas to make his decision on this. The area is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Vilkas steps forward and looks out over the accused and I stand patiently at the side, waiting for him to speak. “I, King Vilkas of the Dragon Realm, hereby sentence you all to death for the crimes of conspiracy to commit high treason and to interfere with a fated mate bond. My mate and queen. Queen Serana Bastien of the Phoenix Kingdom will execute you,” he states firmly as the crowd goes berserk, some begging for mercy, others begging to watch the traitors die. The men and women who are chained some look at me with disgust and defiance, some as shaking and praying for their immortal sou

“Nah, he’ll be fine. Bring them in.” Zaiper screamed as the guards moved, but Daemonikai didn’t look back. The cell door closed with a final, echoing thud. ••••• Six Months Later The largest arena in the capital was filled to bursting. Every citizen of Urai, every human who had remained, every allied kingdom emissary was present. All gathered to witness a moment long awaited—the execution of Urai’s greatest traitor. Zaiper Dragaxlov was wheeled into view in one piece. Kind of.

"We regret only failure, tyrant. Others will succeed where we—" I moved before she could finish, crossing the distance between us in a blur of speed that drew gasps from the audience. My hand closed around her throat, lifting her from her knees until her feet dangled above the ground, her eyes bulging as she clawed uselessly at my grip with her bound hands. "I, Lukas Volkov, Alpha King of the Northern Territories, find you guilty of conspiracy against the crown," I pronounced, my voice carrying to every corner of the vast chamber. "The sentence is death."

Wary of the information, they all stare at him, hoping he would retract them. "Those dumbass are just hiding" the old man persisted. Unconvinced of what the two men were trying to explain. "Roel Bostillo was executed. A gruesome execution. Not just a bullet in his head but a pencil in his neck. A fucking pencil got him!" Vladimir interjected after the group remains unconvinced.