The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

“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.

Adalyn Darkness surrounded me, I could hear some faint noises, but my eyes refused to open. I tried to move any part of my body, but it was useless. I felt another prick in my neck and slowly feeling started to return. I’m not sure how long it took but I was eventually able to open my eyes. The light in the room was blinding. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” I tried to move my arms, and when I looked, I realized I was in chains. I pulled on them but there was no slack. It looked like I was in a cell and it had to be underground. There were no windows anywhere. They had spotlights set up with the cords running under the bars at the door.

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

I nodded and moved away from the window. "Get everything ready. Strïth will be the executioner, he wants to make it clear who's in charge." I said. Victor nodded; he already knew that the execution wouldn't be quick. Strïth isn't the forgiving type and he's waiting for the opportunity to vent some of the anger and hatred he feels. I left the office to find Ayla, I guess she was already meeting Skyler. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

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…”

But these people are the people who attacked my home, they are all Nightshade Pack's minions! It was as if the screams of my family members were once again ringing in my ears, the fire and blood, the chaos and carnage. I clenched my five fingers together uncontrollably, even though my nails were already deep inside my flesh, I had barely controlled rage and trembling. The executioner who guided those butchers, Nightshade Pack's Alpha Roshan, seemed to be in front of me and I couldn't wait to tear open his chest with my own hands to see what color the devil's heart really is.

If it were not so, I wouldn't have met Paige or Cora, neither would I have met him. As the claws sunk into my skin, trails of blood seeping from my neck. My lips parted in a small gasp, I knew it was useless but I still felt the need to say it, "I love you," I whispered, hoping that somehow he would be able to hear me, "I love you, Theo." The executioner howled and I felt the pressure of his claws strengthening. It was time. I cried out just as I felt him about to rip my head off but it never happened because there was a thunderous roar. One that shook the ground and caused even my executioner to whimper in fear, he scampered away from me and my eyes slowly opened.

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.