The Executioner #1 の小説・ストーリー

The air in the catacombs became a vacuum. The white candles flickered, their flames stretching thin as the Executioners—the faceless janitors of the cosmic order—advanced. Their blades didn't reflect light; they drank it. “Choose, Elara Vance,” the lead Executioner repeated, his voice like grinding stones. “The Duke’s soul is a knot that must be untied with a sharp edge. Give us the girl, and the Duke walks free. Refuse, and we erase the entire Vance line tonight.”

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

"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.

"I expect a massive favor for this! And a new rug! This is a five-star establishment, not a charity ward for disgruntled shifters!" I didn't look back. The adrenaline was a fire in my veins. I knew where they were. The blessing ceremony. The Wolf Mother's bone. They thought they could commit murder in the dark and then pray to the Goddess in the light. They thought they could kill Kyla and get away with it because they wore silk and titles. Tonight, I wasn't going as a King. I was going as the Executioner. I was going to get that bone, and then I was going to show Tabitha and her little coven exactly what happens when you touch something that belongs to the Lykoudis kingdom.

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.

I ordered, my gaze never leaving her. But something felt off. My frown deepened as I studied her. Why wasn’t she happy? The ones who had wronged her were finally paying with their lives—so why? “No! Let me go, you bastards!” The girl’s furious screams shattered the tense silence. She thrashed wildly, her cries echoing through the space. The executioner, unmoved by her pleas, merely cast a cold glance in her direction before raising his sword high into the air, ready to strike.

“Thank you, Adamaris. Thank you for all, thank you for being here, by my side, Thank you for allowing me to trust you and share my biggest fears, my worst plans and this evil that lives in each of us, and I feel is going to take over within me. The worst is I’m no longer afraid of anything, I don’t feel love or even compassion. Everything around me is a world of hate and pain… so much pain, pain that they caused until this was reborn but now as hatred.” “You don’t have to say ‘thank you’, my friend.” Finally, what crossed Maria Fernanda’s mind was that person who had seen for the last time before falling asleep. “By the way, Elijah? Where’s Elijah de la Fuente? He was here.” “Elijah? I don't