Novel & Cerita The Executioners Book

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

Our verdict is already passed and no one can make us change that! Were they merciful when they burnt our houses down? Would they have been merciful dealing with us? For Pete's sake they'd have burnt us alive if it weren't for the revelation by mother goddess! Only Carlos and Isaac supervise their execution as the three of us head back to the Pack House to wait for their report. One thing is for sure, they are paying for their atrocities and Elvis will be next! After the execution mission is done, all the ten rogues are thrown to the bushes for hyenas and leopards to have a feast on them.

A gloved hand appeared, shoved the desk aside like it was cardboard. The door exploded inward. Gas flooded the room in a white tide. I fired until the slide locked back empty. Dante roared, lunging, but a boot caught his wrist; bone cracked, the pistol spun away. A second kick to the ribs sent him crashing into the bookshelf. I tried to raise my backup piece, but the world swayed violently. The mask was useless now; the gas was inside me. The Executioner stepped through the smoke. No hurry. No wasted motion.

Then a stone in the corner of the nursery shifted. It was a block I had always thought was part of the wall, solid and unmoving. But now it slid backward with a harsh grinding sound. A dark opening appeared. Slowly, the Executioner climbed out of the tunnel beneath the floor. He wore torn clothes. His skin looked pale and grey. Yet when he looked at Leo Kael, something dangerous still lived in his eyes. “The lie was beautiful, Alpha,” the Executioner said quietly. His voice sounded dry and tired. “The coffin. The smoke. The grieving mother.

He turned to his advisors. "They think this was justice. But it was just baptism." ~~~~~~~~~~ THE BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW PAGE Aria inked a fresh line: "Let the world learn what happens when you make a mother an executioner. Let them fear what love becomes when cornered." ~~~~~~~~~~ BLACK HOUSE COURTYARD Emilio stood under the stone lions. He looked up at the sky. Rain began to fall. He opened his mouth. Caught a drop on his tongue. Not smiling. Just ready.

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.

This time, it wasn't the Chairman or any of the Elders that stopped but the arrival of a group of people that made my heart stop working in MY chest. I'd recognize them anywhere. Their stern looks, tattoos, and this aura around them that screamed danger. The Executioners were back. Why were they back?!

Elara spoke. “Silence!” The Executioner spoke. The Executioner happens to be the lead warrior in the Prosecutors’ army during the Great Battle of the Sirens. He is the first warrior to eliminate 4 million sirens as a warlord. No one dared to speak before him unless asked to. “Who asked you to speak before the board?” The Executioner continued. “You don’t seem to understand women, Executioner; that is why you were never blessed with a mate.” The elder of legacy spoke.

The other bastards that’d teamed up with him either as his advisors or his guards that’d acted as his muscle were lined up on their knees with their necks bound in the same wolfsbane laced chains as they waited for their execution as well. I stood on a podium that hovered over everyone that was in attendance in the open field I’d chosen for the execution and looked into the crowd with a stern and fear commanding look that I’d slapped across my features. “Today, you'll all watch me execute these low lives in humiliating ways for daring to annihilate the pack I’d singlehandedly built from scratch” I said in a loud and clear voice as I watched everyone before me pay complete attention to me. “I

The heavy executioner’s axe caught the pale morning light, its iron edge gleaming cold, sharp, and relentless against the bruised-purple sky. A collective breath hitched across the plaza. Thousands of onlookers stood frozen, their eyes locked on the dark granite block. Lord Vane watched with a triumphant, sinister smirk spreading across his face as the heavy-armored executioner raised the double-headed blade high above his head, muscles straining under his leather pauldrons. Inquisitor Varek gripped the heavy iron leash tight, his knuckles white, expecting the silver-haired female to bow her neck in terror.