Rukia Execution Novels & Stories

It would help ensure the safety of all packs. Neither Rikard nor Melinda had shown any signs of remorse or regret throughout the mini-trial. I wondered if it was because they had accepted their fate and were prepared to face the consequences. Their blind loyalty to Kree and willingness to betray their own kind puzzled me. What had driven them to such extremes? I stood before Rikard and sneered, "Stand and accept your consequences like an Alpha should," but he continued to cower in the corner like a coward. Ordering my guards to enter and hold him up, I waited until he stood before partially shifting. With one swipe, I severed the carotid artery in his neck.

He unrolled it with dramatic slowness and cleared his throat, his voice echoing through the tense air. “Elia Riverra,” he declared, “you are hereby condemned to death by hanging for the crime of poisoning the Luna. “This is a warning to all: betrayal within this pack will not be tolerated. The punishment is death.” Gasps and whispers rippled across the field. Mothers clutched their pups closer. Warriors nodded grimly. The guard raised his hand. “The execution hereby begins.” The first beat of the drum thundered. Elia closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her bloodied cheeks as she muttered a final plea in her heart. Goddess… please… save me…

The crowd falls silent again, the atmosphere dense with tension for what's to come. “In accordance with the Kingdom of Māui Royal Decree on Treason,” he announces, voice loud and echoing. “Alpha Coleman Katz and his family shall be executed for their crimes against the throne and the people.” A wail breaks from Collins as two guards grab him by the arms. Eliana doesn’t react—her body remains still, her head bowed like a broken puppet. Karina Katz begins to mutter under her breath like someone who has lost their mind, her eyes wide and unfocused as she shakes her head in denial.

“No!” The gunshot cracked sharply. The bullet meant for Luca slammed into Elena’s chest. She staggered backward, blood blooming across her robe, and collapsed to the concrete floor. “Elena!” Romano roared, rushing to her side. Luca didn’t hesitate. Pure rage propelled him forward. He fired two precise shots. Both hit Viktor Kuzmin in the chest. The Russian leader stumbled, eyes wide with shock, then crumpled to the ground, dead before he hit the floor.

And in the centre stood Chelsea. " Chelsea Rosalie Kaisen, do you have any final words? " said the black mask executioner , his voice was emotionless after all to him Chelsea was one of the many he was going to execute . " Am I allowed to ?" asked Chelsea mockingly . At this the executioner turned stiff and turned to look at Rogue who was sitting high up , Rogue's attention waa caught and he nodded . " Speak !" Chelsea drew a cold icy breath and spoke in the same chilled voice , it was so cold that everyone present drew close to each other .

"We can't risk our lives on a bunch of ifs." Her face falls. Her hands go next, hanging in fists at her hips. "So you're willing to risk it all to kill a ten-year-old." "I'm risking it all to save your mother and end this war!" I yell it out. I need her to hear. Everyone has to hear. I need to hear it. "Everything I do is for you and for the good of the Bratva!" Katerina cranes her neck to look up at me as I loom over her. She's expressionless. It's like I'm talking to the frozen lake outside. "Ruslan is a Bratva prince. If he lives, he'll be what Yevgeniy's men rally around. He might not want it, but he will be forced into it just by his very existence. Killing him isn't something I relish,

The warehouse had been a meat packing factory and hooks still dangled in the back rooms, the cold room non-functioning and ideal for Lev’s purposes. Nikita stood to one side, a sickening grin on his face. The man dangled from a meat hook, his hands chained together, causing his arms to stretch upwards and his toes to just feel the cement floor beneath him. Lev nodded his head and Nikita delivered the first punch. His rib broke with a sickening crunch and the man screamed. Lev smiled as he gripped the man’s face and looked at him. “When I killed Viktor Rubiscos, I told you Bratva fuckers to stay out of my city.”

she asked. Greta stopped abruptly and turned, her eyes flashing with irritation. “You truly are ignorant.” “I asked a question.” Greta smiled thinly. “The trumpets announce a public execution.” The word landed heavy in Mira’s chest. “Of who?” Greta rolled her eyes. “Prisoners, rebels, traitors, anyone foolish enough to defy Alpha King Desmond” she replied. Mira’s stomach tightened. “And this is celebrated?” Greta’s lips curled. “It is order.” “It sounds like cruelty.”

A turbulent wave clashed in my chest and I pressed my fist on the conference table, even children hadn’t been spared. Dominic, sensing the pressure building inside me, flipped the list to something else and I was now staring at a picture of an unfamiliar man. “This is Yaroslav Kozlov aka the deathsmith and he’s the Alexei’s most deadliest krysha-” Krysha was the Russian term for enforcer and I didn’t need Dominic’s information to tell that this Yaroslav fucker was one. He had the empty gaze of one who had sent many men back to their maker.

Dmitri Rudenko, the European warlord, who had tried to destroy Lucien Delano and his wife. Soon after, Dusak Rudenko, who was the nephew, obsessed with Ria, had been killed by the Delano mob. Finally, there had been the Monk, Father Paval Rudenko, who had also been killed by the Mafia Don. It had all been part of the story she had heard snatches about.