The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

"I wondered if I'd screwed up, giving the wrong address, or if I just wasn't a worthy mom. Later, you blamed me, and everyone else believed it was my fault. I internalized the guilt, convinced I'd caused his death. We divorced, and I hollowed out until your wedding invite hit." His pupils dilated in horror. "What invite? I've never..." I raised a hand, cutting off his frantic denial. "The bride was Tessa, her voice matching that of the dragging dispatcher. I realized then it was no mishap, but murder. Her warped obsession killed Wesley and demolished us. I shattered, fleeing into a train's path..." I trailed off, but my quivering voice implied the rest. Chris's hand extended shakily but retr

"We will be on our way now... to the real hell." Natzy spun around, but saw no one. She glanced back at the driver's seat. Still empty. She scoffed. "Playing with me, huh? Interesting." She returned the empty gun to its holster but kept the dagger clutched in her hand. 'Who the hell is behind that voice?' "The real executioner." Natzy froze. Wondering how her thoughts had been read aloud. She decided to play along, to uncover who was behind this. Suddenly, the bus lurched forward and began moving.

"I have asthma! I swear! It’s the damp! Dominic, please don't..." I was in front of him in two strides. "We are not on a first-name basis. And just... shut the fuck up. I'm not in the mood." I walked around him slowly, more for my own sanity than intimidation. My head was still a fucking mess from that woman, from her tight little body, from the sound she made when I— Fuck. I cut the thought off before it got too far. The last thing I needed was to get a boner in the middle of an execution.

Your Alpha… or your son? The world tilted beneath me. My scream rang through the silent apartment, filled with a rage so deep it tasted like blood on my tongue. I lifted my tear-stained face to the moon, my eyesight narrowing to silver focus. “Neither of them will die tonight,” I muttered into the darkness, my voice trembling with fierce resolve. “But you will.” Because Damien Voss had just signed his death sentence. And I was the executioner.

he called, voice hoarse and thick with pain, “The executioner.” Gamma Hume rose to his feet, gave a bow, and left. In a moment, the executioner stepped out of the shadows, raining pouring down his hood. He carried an axe so broad, its edge honed for one purpose. Bernard's breath hitched, his knees feeling weak.

“She always was unpredictable. But you cannot hide down here.” My mother stepped between us immediately. “You cannot have her.” The Executioner’s gaze remained on me. “I am not here for her.” My heart dropped. “Then why...” He finally looked at my stomach. “I am here for the heir.” My mother lunged forward, but the Executioner sidestepped her with surprising ease, his body moving with the precision of a wolf trained for single-target retrieval. My instincts flared and I shifted halfway into my hybrid form, claws extending as instinct overtook caution.

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

If I wouldn’t be drugged I would prove to you who the real culprit is, but I can't continue talking about your nonsense. “The punishment for your crime is death!” he utters so damned sure of his words and I stare at the crowd that started to cheer at his words as if he just announced that they will receive more money. I turn my head and look at Adam. Adam the love of my life and also the executioner of my life. He walks in military steps and lifts the sword that the council brought for my execution. He is not even flinching. He is doing this by conviction. He wants to kill me. His inner spirit longs for my blood.

"They've actually identified the body." There was a long silence, so long I had to look behind me to be sure she was still there. "T—They have?" She stuttered. I nodded. "She's an Executioner." I drank from the cup, refilled and went to her. "H—How are they sure?" "All Executioners have a specific tattoo on their backs. It is one way to identify them." I held the glass to her. "Drink up." With slight hesitation, she took the glass and drank a little.

Salvatore inquired to his younger brother, Marco looking at him with a raised eyebrow before he pushed himself off the wall and marched towards the man their disgust was reserved for. "Who the fuck are you?" The man growled, staring up at Marco with loathing in his eyes. "The executioner,” He smirked in satisfaction and, pressing the barrel to his forehead as he froze in place. "And the judge has sentenced you to die,” He growled before pulling the trigger, the bullet flying out with a silent whoosh from its suppressor before penetrating the man’s skull with an exit wound. The men looked away as the stench of blood flooded around the room.