The Executioner And Her Way Of Life Characters Novels & Stories

If the devil could be reflected in anything then it would be those black pits shining in the center of the desolate browns. It didn’t seem like any sanity could ever reap in those sick orbs. While the officer slowly pulled her expression from disbelief to discomfort Vevina exulted in those fading signs of hope on the woman’s face. Deciding to let her ponder on it she thought on what would be her step going on from here. It was clear that she was either going to be put into a life of imprisonment or death sentence but a third option was the one she was aiming for.

Her silent cries are more harrowing than any scream. The executioner, a tall, hooded figure, stands impassively beside the slab. His axe gleams menacingly in the torchlight as dusk settles over the capital. He moves, a slow, deliberate motion as he places a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to the slab. She resists, her fear giving her a strength borne of desperation.

His shoulders are broad, his expression solemn. “The first?” she asks. I nod. “The first executioner. Chosen when the world first fell out of balance. He was never crowned, never thanked. He simply obeyed.” She touches the image with reverence. “You’re the first woman, then?” “Yes. The first of my kind. The world hasn’t decided if that’s a gift or a threat.” Her gaze drifts to another wall. This one always hurts to look at—two girls, identical, tangled in thorns. Their faces show no pain, only resignation.

I had to remind myself that these men were rapists, murderers and thieves even if it didn't sit right with me that they should be killed but I had no say In that the decision had already been taken. As the prisoners were led to the stage the executioner stepped forward with his ghastly tools, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Time seemed to stretch, elongating each passing second into an unbearable eternity. The thought of what will become of these wolves in the underworld seems to have me thinking will they be taken in by the moon goddess or will she turn them away just like their own kind did.

She raised her hand, signaling for the executioner to proceed with the punishment. The executioner, a grim figure clad in black, stepped forward with the gleaming sword. The crowd fell into a heavy silence, knowing that there was no turning back now. Lucius, as the overseer of the execution, stood with a resolute expression, his duty clear despite the heaviness in his heart. As the blade fell, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Alpha Nyx and Lord Randall's heads rolled to the ground, and the courtyard was filled with a profound and somber silence.

I couldn’t ask her to just go for short bursts no matter how much more I would prefer that. I was on my way to come meet the girls to escort them to the execution, it was something I wish I could avoid for her, but as we are to be married and eventually, she will become queen she needs to attend. Our executions are unusual to some species, everyone wears black for one, it’s a fairly quick process my father will be the one to deliver the stake to the heart, if it were me, I would just pull it out and crush it with my hands.

Finally, after nearly a full day's interrogation yielded no information she needed regarding Silvano's movements other than the fact that Arthur was the twenty-sixth leader of Silvano's group and they knew nothing about Aldebrando group's leader, she ordered the prisoner into the execution chamber. The men could not contain their excitement the moment she asked them to come inside together, with their disgusting gazes scanning her body from up to down, thinking that she had finally agreed to make love to them. Silly ideas that she did not know where their dirty thoughts came from. As soon as she closed the door and pointed her gun at all of them, they all began panicking and shouting angrily

She keeps shivering and does not want to believe what she is seeing. As the executioners approach, the servants to be killed hold each other’s hands, and right here, everyone can see the bond they share. They look into each other’s eyes until their heads bounce off their bodies, one after the other. Alexis screams loudly and Kayola does not even pay her any attention. She keeps staring at Devilio and she shoots daggers at him with her eyes. Every bone in her wants to pounce on him and kill him right there, but she knows that she won’t succeed.

Skylar Seeing the lawkers mansion once again brought many memories back. The night I first met Vetino and the same night I encountered Dimitri’s mate. Ever since then, a lot has changed. The execution was held behind their house, out of human’s eyes to see. I felt sick just thinking about it. To my utter surprise, many people stood near the empty wooden stage with only a wood board and ropes on each side and a sharp, shining heavy ax on the headman’s hands.

' I was taken to the execution ground; all around where I stood were tall stakes, on top of which a few skeletons were trying to droop, some of which fell to the ground; when people walked past unnoticed, there would be crushed. Many people were standing below; they looked at me with suspicious eyes, and the whispers down became more and more lively, all talking about my execution. “This is so barbaric; she almost became our Luna anyway.” "I still don't believe she's that kind of person; I've been in contact with her, and she's a gentle person..." “But if I were Alpha, I would choose this way too; the one who dies is Sir Titus!” I closed my eyes, and even though I didn't want to hear it, eve