The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

His scream tore through the warehouse, raw and animalistic. “Try again,” I said, as I lowered the gun. “I ain’t saying shit,” another one muttered. I walked over and shot him in the stomach. The others flinched. I could feel the discomfort radiating off my own men like heat. But I wasn’t here for mercy. This wasn’t a courtroom, and I wasn’t a judge. I was the executioner. I stood in front of them again, breathing hard. “You stole from me. You cost me millions. You think you can walk into my territory, take my product, and not bleed for it?”

He's worse than his father and has wanted me for a long time. He scanned the area, and our eyes met again. There's a flicker of something in his eyes. Maybe some sort of sympathy, curiosity for the unfolding of the events, or the urge to have the head chopped off. This is definitely no time for pity or any sympathy, the Alpha's decree must be carried out. My heartbeat accelerated like a speeding vehicle as the executioner stepped forward, his face hidden behind a mask. Without wasting any time, he raised his blade, and the crowd immediately went silent. Time seemed to slow down as I braced myself for what I knew was coming.

“After Beta Bridgette tried to save you, Jemenei was just around the corner. When you managed to escape on your own, he got the chance to follow the Rogues.” I gritted my teeth. The idea that a Gamma had found them both filled me with both relief and rage. I'm going to fucking kill them all. “Where are they, Zarion?” “In the dungeons below. Where Enzo spent his final hours.” I nodded at Zarion, determination flowing through my veins. “After we extract some information about my Grandmama, I want them to be executed. Publicly. Perhaps even in front of Chancellor Caesar.” The cell basement was a place straight out of a nightmare. Dark, damp, and suffused with an eerie silence that made my skin

I hope she will be strong enough to love him even in the midst of chaos and uncertainties. "The auspicious hour has arrived! The criminal will now be executed!" Two palace guards held both of my hands and shoulders while I'm in front of people, kneeling. Chief Black is on my back, holding a long, sharp sword that will cut my head. I closed my eyes, ready to face my death.

I started to walk back to the Stand area now and then I realized that they were about to execute the Filth’s friend, the Snitch— turns out the Alpha Queen’s thoughts were in line with mine. A smile replaced the scowl on my face now as I stopped at a distance away to behold the sight. Finally something entertaining. Anika was screaming now and this added more fun to the scene. I folded my hands and marveled as the Balizar, the executioner trudged towards the execution stand with his tall and mighty build. He was strong and the perfect person to shop off someone’s head in the finest of manners. He picked up the threateningly huge blade from the sand and the slave girl’s screaming flew up to th

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

he said looking at me and I look at Rose who looks at him as if she is observing if the man is to be trusted or not. “So, let’s get down to business. What have you found out?” I ask as I look at him and he takes a deep breath as a waiter place some steaming coffee and sandwich on his side. “These are what I had found. The Executioner is a group created by a girl in the name of Rachel Baletino. When she died her father and brother continued her dream. His father or the leader is called to be Mr. Green. He owned many businesses and establishments to cover up the group’s needs. They target those who are rich but are mean, greedy, and unmerciful and those people who take advantage of those who

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

“No! It was self-defense! They were trying to…” His voice trailed off, a glint of steel catching his eye. The executioner, a hulking brute with a shaved head and a vacant stare, hefted his axe onto his shoulder, a sickening grin splitting his face. “Enough!” the pompous man boomed, silencing the crowd once more. “The evidence is clear! Annalisa Dubois is found guilty of—” “Wait!” I screamed, my voice breaking through the haze of terror. “If it was self-defense, wouldn’t there be… evidence?”