The Executioners Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“ 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.

I was hesitant to go down to know what is happening or to continue on my way going to the bus terminal to go home. Eventually, I decided to get off and immediately paid the taxi driver. I approached the commotion when I finally saw it, a bloody corpse in the middle of the crowd is what I saw. What really gave me goosebumps on end was when I finally saw who the student was. It was Kate! Kate was a friend of Samantha who I murdered last month and also a friend of Jen who is now incarcerated for a crime she never really committed. I was astounded that I cannot move. Their circle of friends is unlucky. Two of them died while the other one is convicted or in jail. However, this accident lessens m

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The people I have helped in one way or the other to get out of trouble. Then there was my mate and Anna kissing each other's sweetly as the executioner raised the blade up and in slow motion began to bring it down aiming for my long white neck

Derek’s POV After the execution, it seemed that everything had gone back to normal. Whoever threatened Erika and the pack had been eradicated. Erika wasn't bothered by nightmares anymore. Everything went as planned. Things were getting better and better. However, two days after the execution. One of the executors came back to the pack. “Is he dead?” I asked. I thought that he came back to report Baron’s death. “No, alpha.” The executor lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.

These four had also been hired, though they claimed ignorance of their employer. "The bald one for questioning," I decided after conferring silently with Amelia. "The rest die now." This time I handled all three executions, methodically tearing out hearts and dropping them onto the growing pool of blood at the foot of the dais. Amelia watched with calm detachment, her expression betraying neither disgust nor satisfaction, merely the necessary attention of a ruler witnessing justice delivered. The final group consisted of three males with the lean, hungry look of true rogues—wolves who had been cast out from their packs or chosen to abandon pack structure entirely.

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.

"It is carved into the very foundation of this fortress, in a room that only the Alphas of the Silver-Moon may enter. It speaks of a girl born of the ink—a girl who would carry the 'Origin' in her blood. It says that when the Queen of Gold returns, the era of the Wolf will fall. It says you would strip us of our teeth, our fur, and our pride. You weren't a glitch, Kaima. You were the **Executioner**." I felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the blizzard. All the pain, all the years of feeling like a failure, all the nights I had spent crying and wondering why I wasn't good enough—it had all been a lie. I wasn't rejected because I was less than them. I was rejected because they were

Willie gazed with his eyes totally open, his face brimming with outrage. As of now, Monica, who had been quiet this while, talked. "There are four kinds of chronic executioners as far as topographical ways of behaving the space type, meandering sort, fixed area type, and interruption type. The Death Judge is a common fixed area type. He would bait or hijack the casualty into a pre-arranged spot to perpetrate a wrongdoing. This sort of chronic executioner has an extremely amazing feeling of arranging and is exceptionally careful in his activities. Also, the Death Judge is a sure and quiet individual. I trust this won't be the final remaining one. He will perpetrate another wrongdoing!"

Even meeting him was very hard since his sudden madness the night before and the fact that he was controlled by his other-self. The executioners were startled and immediately went back to their post and got ready for another execution. They haven’t even got the chance to do so when they heard Mateo’s grunt. They turned and were shocked to find Carissa who was already standing back with her hand piercing Mateo’s stomach. “Die!! You bastard!” Carissa took back her hand that was covered in blood and made another attempt to attack the vein on his neck when the executioners run towards her to protect their king.