The Executioner #1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

And my old man’s voice hit me then, clear as day. “A man who leaves wolves alive don’t deserve peace.” That voice stayed with me all the way down to the docks. I pulled off the main road. Drove along the rusted fence. Warehouse sat low, wide. Gray as death. I parked beside the wall. Killed the engine. Got out. My shoes crunched on the gravel. The door opened before I could knock. Executioner stood there. Face like stone. Gloves already on. He nodded. Quiet, sharp respect. I didn’t say a word.

He was a man awaiting his reckoning. The Executioners, a group of cold, stoic warriors chosen for their ruthlessness, stepped forward. Their faces were concealed behind masks, their eyes the only visible part of them, betraying no emotion. I could see the gleam of the ceremonial axes they held, their polished blades reflecting the sunlight, ready to do what was necessary. I stepped back as Elder Garrick continued. "Let the punishment be carried out." The first strike came quickly, almost too quickly. With just a swipe, Xavier's life was taken in an instant, his body falling to the ground as his head rolled off.

one of them shouted, hurling a blessed silver chain net toward my legs. Fear froze me for a split second, but the mystical warmth in my abdomen roared once more, sending a surge of energy into my muscles. I was never going to be the helpless servant Chloe kicked buckets at ever again. I grabbed the heavy bronze candlestick from the desk with my trembling hands and slammed it with all the strength of my sturdy arms straight into the face of the first executioner who reached me. The metal crashed against his iron mask, sending him stumbling backward as blood poured from his nose.

Silas reached out, his hand finding a discarded tactical rifle, his fingers moving with a slow, agonizing effort to level the weapon at the man who had just stolen the Vane legacy. "You... killed... my... father..." Silas managed to rasp, the words accompanied by a spray of dark, violet-stained blood that painted the deck between them, he wasn't asking for an explanation, he was delivering a sentence, a final act of the Executioner that he had been born to be. Arthur didn't even look at the rifle, he simply tilted his head, and a localized EMP pulse from the girl from the tank fried the weapon’s electronic firing pin, rendering it a useless piece of scrap metal in Silas’s trembling hands.

He drew close to Nevi and whispered, “She’s an awfully good fuck, isn’t she? It’s a shame you never got a chance to taste the sweetness of her milk. I can still taste it, feel it as it oozes from her taut nipples.” He laughed sadistically. “You and your high and mighty ways. I told you that afternoon that you’d rue the day you came up against me. I told you she’d be mine. Handlers belong with handlers.” He stood up and nudged Nevi’s limp body with his foot, “I was hoping you’d be so heartbroken over listening to our lovemaking that you’d force your own expiration. It was such a disappointment when Sasha stopped you after I killed your wife. I’m fascinated with the process. I would have enjoy

Hello there, I am bleed4more the author of VOHS (Victim of His Obsession). I am sorry for not updating my chapters for the past months. This month, I'll make sure to update chapters consistently even though my final exams are waving at me. This month is a real challenge for me, but I'll let you enjoy the story of Xencia. Expect the updates every night 9 pm onwards (Philippine standard time) and more sexy and hot revelations. Please bare with my grammar and errors. I'm still improving my grammar skills and promised to edit it whenever I grabbed my chance.

He was one of the only other werewolves at The Donatus Academy; Angel and the headmaster, being the other two there. As if the scene was from a horror movie. The thick, but sweet metallic scent of blood filled the air. Being able to taste the metallic essence from the smell, was an effect it seemed to have with it. Unable to tell who the body belonged to, but there was another scent added to the mix as well. Something he had smelled before, though couldn’t quite place his finger on. All he could see was, the body was up against the shower walls; stabbed through the chest with the shower head and piping. Nikolias moved closer to the girl that was in there. Her name was Ester Magnolia, and she

His eyes shone with mirth, and embarrassment flooded my veins, making my cheeks flame with redness. "What's so funny?" I stepped further until I was standing right in front of his desk, all nervousness evaporating with each step I took, replacing itself with anger. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you were married, Mr. Marcello?" I hissed his name with so much venom. He was a real asshole. Cheaters were the people I could never tolerate the most. As someone who was once at the receiving end of emotional blackmail from a cheater, I suddenly wanted to throw up.

They were ice blue but something had to be wrong with them. Red light glowed faintly at the edges like fire trying to break through ice. He stood up from his chair and my breath caught in my throat as he stepped into the light where everyone could see him properly. I knew who he was now even though I had never seen him up close before. Every slave knew the stories about Rowan Salvatore. He was the King's executioner who had killed a hundred wolves in a single battle when his own pack was destroyed. He was the cursed Alpha whose mates always died before the bond could complete and he was the monster parents used to scare their children into obedience.

He pauses, studying her “But I’d like to see for myself.” He snaps his fingers, one of the guards unlocks a side door. Inside. A girl, no older than sixteen is shoved forward gagged and blindfolded. Victor doesn’t spare her a glance. “Let’s see how loyal you really are…. Kill her.” A pause. A beat too long. Bella’s jaw ticks—so slightly only a trained eye would catch it. Then flatly she asks “What’s the test?” Victor raises a brow “That was the test”