The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

The execution has been carried out with ruthless efficiency, sending a clear message to any who would dare to challenge Wilson’s authority. As the group moves to exit, Percy lingers for a moment, gazing at the remains. And as the last of the witnesses depart, Percy’s thoughts drift back to the dark days of his past. His role as the executioner has ended, but the memories of his previous life linger—a reminder of the price of survival and the darkness that resides within him. The room, now silent and empty, stands as a testament to the grim realities of power and betrayal.

Then finally looked at her. And immediately noticed her ankle. His expression darkened. “What happened?” Lena laughed shakily. “Long story.” “Kai?” “He tried to stay.” “Jax?” “He dragged him away.” Riven nodded once. Like that answer made sense. Because it did. The creatures began circling slower now. Watching him carefully. Almost nervous. That scared Lena more. If monsters feared Riven what exactly was he becoming in this game? One creature whispered— “Executioner…”

THIRTEEN David Uneasily I pace from one end of the room to another with the phone in my ear. I have just gone to our former house to pack up most of my files and there are litters of it all over the table, the cushions and to the ground. "You keep asking me this question expecting me to suddenly realize who wants me dead. I don't know anyone that would want me dead," I say matter-of-factly, without leaving the irritation out of my voice.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Whatever this is, I know it can’t be good. The Arbiter explains the procedure, his words washing over me in a haze of legal jargon. But one phrase cuts through the fog: “execution is recommended for the sake of the safety of our system.” My heart plummets. This is it. This is how I die. “Master Haden Marie Talos,” the Arbiter calls, “please stand.” I watch as the Talos Ringleader rises, his neatly combed blond hair gleaming under the harsh lights. He doesn't even look at me as the Arbiter asks for his decision.

Before he can finish his sentence, a heavy, measured footstep echoes from the shadows of the upper gallery. The air in the room temperature drops drastically. The shadows along the marble pillars stretch and warp as a towering figure descends the grand staircase. He moves with the silent, terrifying grace of an apex predator—a purebred Alpha whose very presence demands total submission. Rowan Mercer. The executioner of the Black Sun Council.

"It is carved into the very foundation of this fortress, in a room that only the Alphas of the Silver-Moon may enter. It speaks of a girl born of the ink—a girl who would carry the 'Origin' in her blood. It says that when the Queen of Gold returns, the era of the Wolf will fall. It says you would strip us of our teeth, our fur, and our pride. You weren't a glitch, Kaima. You were the **Executioner**." I felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the blizzard. All the pain, all the years of feeling like a failure, all the nights I had spent crying and wondering why I wasn't good enough—it had all been a lie. I wasn't rejected because I was less than them. I was rejected because they were

My reflection stared back at me—calm, deadly, unrecognizable from the girl they once tossed aside like garbage. Now, I was the executioner. And judgment had only just begun. I grabbed a towel from the chair in the corner, wiping my hands. A clean exit mattered just as much as a clean kill. No witnesses. No fingerprints. No loose ends. I unlocked the door and stepped into the hall, closing it silently behind me. My wolf still stirred beneath my skin, satisfied yet hungry. Her growl rumbled softly in my chest like a warning bell, a reminder that vengeance wasn't done—not even close.

His sharp canines pierced the wolf’s neck and Axel clamped down as his blood spilled into our mouth. His eyes widened as he realized what I was when my eyes started glowing and I could hear him think the word ‘Carnifex’. He was right in a way, I was an executioner as well. I saw the fight leave his eyes and Axel twisted his jaws to the side and I heard the crunch signifying that his neck had been broken. We fought for another hour before killing all the rogues and we shifted back and grabbed new clothes from our suitcases and climbed back into the car. We drove the five miles to the packhouse and to our astonishment everything there seemed fine.