The Executioner And Her Way Of Life Characters Novels & Stories

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.

Everyone seemed to be minding their business. Or if not that, then the business of the men that are to be executed. For the first time, I allowed myself to wonder the real reason they are being executed. Because they had spoken the truth that Mia was Alpha Hazel's mate? If so, why didn't he want anyone to know? Perhaps he didn't want to be seen as someone cruel enough to reject his mate. "A very poor way to go about showing you're not cruel," I muttered to no one in particular. Soon, the execution ground came into view. It was already crowded with onlookers. The scent of anxiety and anticipation hung thick in the air. I carefully edged my way closer, observing the platform where the unfortun

They'd had six months to prepare themselves mentally for it, but six months had not been enough to prepare for what was required of them. "We are not barbarians that we would min'lessly slaughter men, no matter what they are," Ordan continued. "The men yer will be hun'ing are men who have committed crimes against the credence. Among them are murderers, rapists, an' child molesters. They have been foun' guilty an' sentenced to death. However, yer will be the executioners. Should they survive the test, they will be judged to have survived the wrath of Truth. They will be vindicated under the credence, an' yer all will be vindicated of yer place in the seminary."

It was a crowd, the same thin and hungry filth, and they were watching, eating, spitting, making bets on how fast the executioner would beat the poor woman to death, how soon she would faint. I wanted to kill them. In a minute, my power would have been released, raising all corpses in the area—and not your nice controllable zombies, no! They would be ghasts, hungry and thirsty for blood, like those I saw here. I would have done it; I swear. But Henry’s hand squeezed my shoulder, making me wince in pain. “Look, Alex,” he whispered angrily, his breath hot on my skin. “Look!” “Scum!” I hissed. “Beasts...”

I suck in a breath, now remembering flashes of when I saw her that night tied to a tree in the forest and also remembering how suddenly she became nice to me and apologized for everything wrong she did to me. “What happened to her?” I find myself asking, needing to know. Raelin’s face hardens. “She was executed. Firing squad. I... I was the one who gave the order.” I swallow hard. A deep silence falls between us, heavy and bitter and sad. “She was a monster,” I whisper. “I just didn't realize how far she could go to eliminate me, including killing others and robbing them away from their families forever. She made her choices. Choices that cost lives. You did the right thing, Raelin.”

The executioners were stunned when they heard her harsh cry and almost forgot that they have a few more hunters to execute. “What are you waiting for? Kill them all! Now!” Heidrich sprang out from his chair with blood lust in his eyes. His heart was full of satisfaction seeing this scene. Just exactly what he wanted. Even the kings and queens were satisfied with this. Except for Blaise and Wenceslaus who was anxious to the bones when they saw and heard Carissa’s painful cries. She had just met them for a few minutes before they were suddenly gone from her eyes, gone forever. Taking away her greatest backings was like breaking her wings.

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

We will see death take those we once counted as pack members. Nathan gestures to the executioner, a hooded thrall whose face is also hidden by his gas mask. The hulking figure takes an impossibly huge sword, practically a guillotine’s blade, from an acolyte as the first traitor is marched to the block. There are no final words. No moment of reflection. The thralls force the man to his knees, his head into the cradle of the block. They hold his arms clear, and the executioner brings down the blade. It’s that simple. In one stroke, the deed is done, and the headsman whips the blood from his sword.

“It’s all your fault! My mom said you’re the one who took Uncle David away from us! “If you and that little bastard hadn’t taken Uncle David from us and stopped him from giving us money, we would still be one family! This is all your fault!” I bent down and stared at her. “But now you killed your own brother with your own hands. Do you think your family can still live well after this?” Lana froze on the spot. David was busy holding the unconscious Ariel and calling for an ambulance. Tom was still drunk. Nancy held Mason’s body and wailed at the top of her lungs. As she cried, she slapped her own thighs and kept shouting about what a sin this was. There were already many people around because