The Executioners Book Novels & Stories

Instead, the power flowing through her seemed to stabilize further with every passing second, as though the sanctuary itself was slowly accepting her completely. But peace never came. Because the execution hunters were still trapped inside the chamber. The execution leader remained motionless near the blocked tunnel entrance, his expression darker than before as the gigantic guardian beast watched him carefully from only a few feet away. The remaining hunters regrouped cautiously behind him, wounded and exhausted after the sanctuary’s violent retaliation. Kael leaned against one of the glowing pillars while catching his breath. “You know, if someone had told me a few weeks ago that we’d be t

“It was your call. So don’t flinch.” I wasn’t planning to. Flinching was the last thing on my to do list that evening. It was as pointless as arguing with the executioner about the color of guillotine stand. Elky led me inside - my kitten heels tapping Morse code on the concrete floor, probably spelling get out or too late depending on how generous the acoustics felt. The air changed into thick and dusty. Fear hang there like an old piece of concrete attached to the ceiling above your head. I heard low, muttering voices of men trying not to sound frightened. That’s the thing about killers—they don’t like loud noises. They prefer to do business nice and quiet.

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

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

he said looking at me and I look at Rose who looks at him as if she is observing if the man is to be trusted or not. “So, let’s get down to business. What have you found out?” I ask as I look at him and he takes a deep breath as a waiter place some steaming coffee and sandwich on his side. “These are what I had found. The Executioner is a group created by a girl in the name of Rachel Baletino. When she died her father and brother continued her dream. His father or the leader is called to be Mr. Green. He owned many businesses and establishments to cover up the group’s needs. They target those who are rich but are mean, greedy, and unmerciful and those people who take advantage of those who

Every village needs an idiot or two, sometimes even three. The pyre slowly burned. The man screamed. The crowd cheered with howls of fury. The executor looked at the crowd, he was disgusted. Such savages represent the will of the people. It was unheard, but he must serve the will of people, no matter how twisted and abnormal it is. “Burn his works, too!” someone said from the crowd. “Burn his works!” the crowd reacted. “Do it!” the executor said to the executioner. The executioner lifted the large pile of books and thrown them into the pyre. The crowd cheered, some of them even danced. Agilrwar turned and left.

She savored every single drop of blood that hit the stone. Beside her stood Davis. And Vincent. And my other brothers. They stood like statues. Their arms were crossed, their expressions completely blank, staring directly past my agonizing form as if I were nothing more than a stranger being cleared from their path. Not a single one of them stepped forward. Not a single one of them raised a hand to stop the executioner. *Crack.* The fifth lash cut deeper, the world tilting dangerously as dizziness threatened to pull me into total darkness. My knees scraped against the rough stone, my hands gripping the iron rings of the post just to keep my body from slumping into the dirt.

THIRTEEN David Uneasily I pace from one end of the room to another with the phone in my ear. I have just gone to our former house to pack up most of my files and there are litters of it all over the table, the cushions and to the ground. "You keep asking me this question expecting me to suddenly realize who wants me dead. I don't know anyone that would want me dead," I say matter-of-factly, without leaving the irritation out of my voice.

Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened. I want to go back inside for Sara's body, but I know that's foolish. There isn't time. There are probably more Silver Hunters on their way here now. They're like an infestation on the earth. You can take some out, but more always arrive. We hurry to the car, parked down the street. As we climb into it, I can feel the weight of Sara's death heavy on my shoulders. I glance at Davis, who is driving. His jaw is set, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. He's thinking the same thing I am: we need to find Winter.

Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.