The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

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.

Tears fall down my face as I walk out of the room and to the execution field. The entire pack is waiting for me as I approach, and they all clap wildly as I walk up and hug Judith. “I already told them what was happening. They know why we are here. They support you.” Judith whispers to me. Turning my attention back to the pack, I plaster my best neutral face before speaking to them. “This, I hope, is the first and last execution you will ever attend that I must lead.” My words fail me as I watch Onyx sit in his Alpha chair in the pack's center. “It is under my and King Aiden’s ruling that it is declared that this execution takes place today. Executions are not something we ever wish to perfo

I would not bend. The executioner was a large, hard-faced Beta named Borin. He was known for his efficiency and lack of emotion. I watched him approach slowly. He did not rush. He walked deliberately to a small bucket near the post and dipped the heavy, braided leather whip into it. I knew the bucket contained salt water. Borin turned, the heavy whip dragging lightly on the dirt. He stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I could smell the stale leather and damp earth on his uniform.

He made his way toward the seat next to me, and sat regally, crossing his legs as well. “Good job,” I whispered to him and it took everything in him not to crack a smile. The executioner walked with the heavy blade toward the woman who had accepted her fate. She bowed her head, angling her neck for the blade. The executioner raised the blade and it caught the glint of the sun that shimmered off it. My eyes flickered to the boy once more who held my gaze, I cracked a smile and flicked my wrist at the executioner. He brought the blade sharply and it passed through her neck. Her head bounced off the stage and rolled till it stopped my her son’s feet.

The moment that I laid my eyes on her, I already knew that Victoria Stephens is mine. “ Technically, he killed me first,” Lourde said in between his laugh. I howled knowing he’s stepping towards Victoria but the bound in my body made no mercy against my attempt to stop him. “ Come on. I thought Erebus are supposed to be feisty and wise like how my father describes them. What happened, heiress? You failed to see how he’s useless? He’s not an alpha. Heck. He’ll never be.” “ Shut up!” I shouted. “ I’m a fucking alpha. You failed to realize I’m the executioner, now? And technically speaking, you’re a ghost, Lourde. You’re dead.”

The cage in my chest rattled violently. “You killed her,” I whispered. “You burned my home. You murdered my father.” “I didn’t kill her.” He shrugged, utterly indifferent. “I just opened the door for the rogues. Elena Ashford gave the orders. I was merely the executioner.” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming. “And you, little wolf, are the unfinished business.” He uncorked the vial. The dark liquid hissed, releasing a foul, acrid scent that made my stomach turn.

Caleb's eyes narrowed coldly, as the finding made him all the more repulsed with the Council of Arms. They maintained their position as enforcers of justice and protectors of humankind, especially young hopefuls, only for them to behave so despicably! Was this how the world worked? It was just like the Coffin had put it—all life was born selfish! "Bury them!" he snapped just then. Everyone turned toward him right then, as killing executors really seemed to give them pause. As such, Caleb asked sarcastically, "Or what are we supposed to do?" They all nodded, but that was when footsteps could be heard just ahead, and a voice asked sarcastically, "Impressive! You people really murdered the exec

It erupted. It didn't fire a beam. It didn't send drones. It simply unfolded like a piece of dark origami, and from its center stepped a being that made the previous Architects look like children’s toys. It was a figure of pure, blinding white light. It had no face, only a vertical slit of gold where a mouth should be. It didn't walk; it simply existed in different points of space simultaneously. This was the Executioner—the "System Delete" command given physical form.

The executioner stepped forward. In his hands was a large sharpened blade. The moonlight reflected against the metal. My stomach lurched. Slowly, he approached Emily. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. "Please," she sobbed. "Please don't do this." The executioner showed no reaction. He simply moved into position. Then he raised the blade. Everything around me seemed to disappear. The soldiers. The dungeon.The crowd. All I could see was Emily. All I could hear were her cries.