The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

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”

He said coldly, “Rory Conroy, you are just a captain of the Execution Hall! Who gave you the nerves to take someone from the South River Branch in front of me?!” As he argued, his men stepped up and faced off against Rory’s men. “Just a captain? You’re right. I’m just a captain, but Deputy Chief Ettinger, you might have forgotten that I am with the West State Execution Hall. I can even take you in if I want, let alone a special consultant! “I have the right to execute first and ask questions later! You think that’s a joke?!” “Swoosh!” Suddenly, Rory swung his hand forward, launching a knife at Collier from his sleeve.

They crossed the street to avoid him. He had nothing and no one. … I happened to be near the office tower the day the sheriff's deputies came to enforce the court order, so I watched from a distance. The office tower, once full of people, stood empty. A few former employees lingered on the sidewalk below, staring up at the darkened windows with mixed expressions. One by one, they shook their heads and walked away. I would not call it divine retribution, but I believed that this was the road he had chosen for himself.

He watched me quietly as I searched for any hidden folders, there was one, a backup of everything that I had found and I deleted that too. “I am the Ulfr Banamaðr, Noah didn’t lie about that part, but I’m not a murderer. I’m Hel’s executioner and it’s a calling, not a choice I made. I was chosen to do this, to be the executioner, I didn’t just wake up one day and decided to start killing people,” I said to him. “There’s a lot of names on that list, a lot of dead people you leave behind,” he said to me.

He was the **Executioner** of Aethelgard. "Subject 01 identified," the Silas-Sentry boomed, his voice a cold, mechanical chorus. "Violation of 'Reality-Protocols' detected. Initiating: **Final Deletion**." He raised a massive, white blade of light, aimed directly at my flickering heart. And then, a new sound filled the air. It wasn't a scream. It was a **Song**. From the shadows of the "Stitched" houses, the "Glitches" of the Trash Folder began to emerge. Jack the Noir Man, the Protagonist, the wireframe dragons—they were all here, standing on the streets of Seattle.

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”

“He is not a legend. He is the warning.” In the center of the hall, the Executioner walked among the levitating bodies. With each step, the pressure in the air increased. “You have broken the pact,” his voice sounded, cold and articulated like the snap of a chain. “You have violated the balance to feed sick ambitions.” He stopped. The weapon on his arm pulsed. “The judgment has been made.” The bodies burst. Not in fire, not in sound. In silence. Blood ran down the walls like ink. Flesh dissolved like burned paper.

"Well, it's close to the quota. Just a little." "Looks like you broke more than you collected." "That's right. The weak should be exterminated, the poor should be erased!" I stressed. "You're different from Zaneah." "I know. And I'm not going to be like her because I'm an Indelcio. A true Indelcio unlike her a bastard!" "Shut up, Roden." "Why? Shouldn't she know the truth? TSS if you don't have anything to say, I'm leaving. I can give you what you ask for after this month!" I said and left Stan's office.