The Executioner #1 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It isn't a smile. Before I can process it, the crowd erupts again, tearing my attention. The executioner has arrived. He walks into the center of the square, waving both hands with a big, practiced grin stretching on his face. Axon Drux. My cheating ex-fiancé. The reason I lost my place in the Order.

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.

“ Do you know who I am, little wolf?” Victoria Stephens gulped. She had to fucking sensually gulped at my question. Her little nodding made me growl. “ Use your words,” I growl making her quiver. Her fear and helplessness right now make her more attractive in my eyes. The sight of her trembling always makes me want to own her. She met my eyes and gulped. “ Y-You’re the…executioner,” she mentioned and shut her eyes as if who I am burns her. I nodded and smirked, satisfied at her fears. “I do not just kill, Victoria. I execute the most painful death,” I whispered and push her again before storming out of the room.

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.