The Executioners Book Novels & Stories

The way you speak when you need to be completely certain you heard correctly before you decide what to do about it. The Executioner turned his head toward me without attempting to rise. He was not afraid of Kieran's forearm across his throat. That was the most frightening thing about him. Even pinned and bleeding on the road he carried himself like a man who had already accounted for this outcome and found it acceptable within his plans. "Kill me," he said, "and the Council starts the fires in the nursery." The word nursery landed on that road like a stone dropped into still water. The ripple of it moved through the column visibly. Bodies stiffening. Heads turning. The particular collective

I let my eyes lose their focus and concentrate on the flame of a lamp at the edge of my view, instead. Fifteen men fall beneath the executioner’s cleaver. Fifteen bodies are stacked in a cart the thralls pull away, with fifteen heads stacked on top. Some members of the pack have gotten sick. Some have fainted. There are intermittent shouts and screams of grief. You have to do this, I remind myself. You can’t let them take this pack from you. You can’t let them hurt you, or Nathan, or your child. Never again. When the bodies have been cleared away and the scaffold mopped clean of blood, they bring out a long table and three sturdy chairs with manacles on the arms. Of the three prisoners march

No one will be able to say that I did something underhanded at today’s execution. “The men and women before us will each say their final words one at a time before their execution. It will be quick for them as we are not monsters like they are. Executioner, you may begin.” With that I make my way to my seat, Sky taking my hand in his and giving it a light squeeze. One by one the Executioner brought a prisoner forward, giving them their chance to speak. Some begged for their lives, admitting their guilt and wishing for a second chance but I know better. If you give a Traitor any chance, they will turn around and stab you in the back without hesitation. Only three admitted they would do everyt

“That must be sounding stupid, I know.” “It doesn’t sound stupid. It IS stupid,” I growl, making him flinch. “What? Why?” he asks, staring at me with wide eyes. I straighten up, leaning back in my chair. “It’s not normal for them to see someone running from an execution. Executions are supposed to be welcomed by any good Christian because they wish to defeat the devil. They would have thought that you were afraid of being executed too, so the devil told you to run… Or some bullshit like that.”

Hundreds of men surged forward. They didn’t even bother taking me out of the ring. The first wave poured in— twenty of the most brutal fighters. They swarmed me like animals. The Executioner was first. He ripped my shorts off, lifted me off the ground, and slammed his enormous cock into my pussy in one devastating thrust, stretching me to my absolute limit. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed, my eyes rolling back as he started pounding me mercilessly against the cage. “YES! DESTROY ME! BREAK YOUR FIGHT WHORE!”

The Executioners of the Higher Courts had arrived. In their hands, they didn't hold pikes or swords. They held massive, double-headed executioner's axes made of condensed crimson erasure light, the blades vibrating with a hum that instantly turned the bone-stone floor beneath them into grey dust. The center Executioner raised its marble face toward Elara, and a voice like a heavy gavel striking a table echoed through the vault. “The line is broken. The correction is absolute. Step into the light of the gavel, little star, and receive your erasure.”

he asked with a smile, as if excited for his next adventure. “This is just great,” Ridge said sarcastically as he put his backpack on his back and started walking towards us. “What’s an Executioner?” I asked softly to Shaun next to me. “They are the top ten Hunters of the Association. That number on his body means that he is the third of ten Executioners.” A feral grin escaped his lips. “And those lots are really a major pain in the ass.” I never doubted him and we followed them as we started our trail. I wanted to punch Cliff's face as he started calling me.

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."

And insanity assailing my mind. I released my contact with the wall in a shudder. I knew three things. One. This was not the result of a battle, not of any kind. This had been an execution. Plain and simple. The lives that had been taken here had not even fought back for survival. I’m not even sure if they could have. Maybe they had been restrained, or drugged, or killed from a distance, or by gas. Either way, they’ve had no chances of survival. Second. They were victims, that’s the only word to describe them, and there had been many. The strength of this aura of death meant, at the lowest, dozens, maybe more. And not all of them so recent. Some could have been weeks ago, maybe even longer.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I