The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

When she reached the top floor, she pushed open the door to the executive suite without knocking. “Daniel, for how long do you think you are—”She stopped mid-sentence. The man behind the large mahogany desk was not Daniel. He was younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with sharp, chiseled features, dark hair, and an air of quiet authority. He wore a tailored navy suit that fit him perfectly, and his piercing grey eyes lifted from the documents he was reviewing to meet hers with immediate interest. Lila froze in the doorway, her heart skipping a beat. The man smiled slowly, confident, and undeniably surprised. But it seemed like he liked the surprise.

As I drove across the George Washington Bridge, the glittering skyline of Manhattan rising up before me, a terrifying smile stretched across my face. As for the Adam whose child is growing in her womb and sleeping under my roof... I will find him. I don't care if it's an executive, a driver, or a stranger off the street. I will hunt him down. I will look him in the eye so he knows exactly why his life is ending and then, I will send him to heaven or wherever it is that dead men go.

Caleb's eyes narrowed coldly, as the finding made him all the more repulsed with the Council of Arms. They maintained their position as enforcers of justice and protectors of humankind, especially young hopefuls, only for them to behave so despicably! Was this how the world worked? It was just like the Coffin had put it—all life was born selfish! "Bury them!" he snapped just then. Everyone turned toward him right then, as killing executors really seemed to give them pause. As such, Caleb asked sarcastically, "Or what are we supposed to do?" They all nodded, but that was when footsteps could be heard just ahead, and a voice asked sarcastically, "Impressive! You people really murdered the exec

It erupted. It didn't fire a beam. It didn't send drones. It simply unfolded like a piece of dark origami, and from its center stepped a being that made the previous Architects look like children’s toys. It was a figure of pure, blinding white light. It had no face, only a vertical slit of gold where a mouth should be. It didn't walk; it simply existed in different points of space simultaneously. This was the Executioner—the "System Delete" command given physical form.

The executioner stepped forward. In his hands was a large sharpened blade. The moonlight reflected against the metal. My stomach lurched. Slowly, he approached Emily. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. "Please," she sobbed. "Please don't do this." The executioner showed no reaction. He simply moved into position. Then he raised the blade. Everything around me seemed to disappear. The soldiers. The dungeon.The crowd. All I could see was Emily. All I could hear were her cries.

“What? You let those fools escape, how incompetent are you people anyway?” Kane shrugged, but his eyes were sharp. “We didn’t let them escape. They’re in our cell. Waiting for execution.” I felt something cold and savage stir inside me, memories flashing, the betrayals, the ruined deals, the night I swore vengeance on those two bastards. “What’s that got to do with me?” I spat, but my heart was thumping wild. Ryker’s mouth curved into a wicked grin. “You’re the executioner, Vivienne.”

"No, Mr. Qin, it just suddenly came to mind on the way here. The drama was too trashy, and the male lead was really disgusting, entangled with two women. Mr. Qin, what do you think? Is he a scumbag?" "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Deal with this acquisition proposal." Oliver tossed a document at him, not realizing the connection between the male lead Li Ping mentioned and himself. Although Li Ping still mentally cursed Oliver as a scumbag, he had to do his job. He picked up the document with a sullen expression. "Okay, I understand." This tone... Oliver couldn't help but look at him, and as he did, he saw Li Ping looking at him with an intense gaze.

I add. “Another good point. Let’s head out to meet with Ish and we can see where he’s searched and if there is anywhere that we haven’t thought of. Kenna’s right, we need to think differently if we’re going to find him.” We step away from the snow leopard shifter, careful not to mess up the scene for when the humans find her. The news of a serial killer has been all over the country. They call the assassin The Executioner becaues of the way the victims are decapitated. Humans are terrified and have started acting crazy, afriad of each other and sometimes killing each other needlessly. The only good thing about that is that when they are terrified of each other, they ignore the animals, foreg

I guess my only luck today is that I won the presentation. I started walking to get home immediately. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 7:55 P.M. I'm sure I'll be awake again with tasks today. I still have work at the shop tomorrow. I walk with my back turned. I feel like someone is following me. I was immediately nervous for reasons unknown to me. I just sped up my pace but I fell back when a tall and big man blocked me. It grinned at me. "A very beautiful woman visited our den," he said with a devilish smirk that made my knees shake.