Romans & histoires The Executioners Book

After all, you didn't have to hang up everything and that was nobody's business. When Eleanor turned to the next customer, Maddox slid to the side a little and then started on his own food. "Did you notice what was going on over in Florida?" Gian asked between bites. "You mean the thing with these animal rights activists, because of whom four people are now dead, but two cranes were able to escape the Venators?" Gian nodded. "But they weren't just any animal rights activists, the people were from Live for Animals." The piece of sausage caught in the air halfway to Maddox's mouth. "You are incinerating me."

“Alpha Darius.” Darius frowned. “What’s happening here?” The man looked surprised by the question. “Things are better.” The answer stunned everyone. Darius blinked. “So the rumors aren’t true?” The man frowned. “What rumors?” “The executions.” The shopkeeper hesitated. His expression shifted slightly. Not fearful. Uncomfortable. “There were executions.” The square grew quieter. Several wolves stopped what they were doing and began listening. The shopkeeper looked around before lowering his voice. “The council members who opposed Alpha Malrik were executed publicly.”

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

he struggled. “You have no military strong enough to hurt me,” I said. I looked around the room. Jaxon is carrying out Sable, and Joshua is helping Jude. Mel and Jordyn are standing by me. I release six of the criminals. “Do you want to live?” They are on their knees, begging me. “PLEASE DON’T KILL US! WE WILL DO ANYTHING!” “Good. As queen of this realm, I sentence Caius and Cain Proctor to death. The six of you will be the executioners. Do this for me, and I will let you live and finish your sentence. Refuse, and everyone dies.”

I'd be dead. Enzo strides to his desk, picking up a glass and filling it with alcohol. He presses a button on the intercom and it hums to life. "Yes, Mr. Coretti." "Call for Emilia, would you." "Yes, Sir." Then the voice is gone. The silence that stretches between us is deadly. I want to kill him, but can't. He wants to kill me, but can't. We're at a temporary impasse and it's only a matter of time before one of us smothers the other in their sleep.

"The system that called these things crimes is the system I fought. I would fight it again." The official moves on quickly, which is the correct response to a statement that is landing better than Parliament wanted it to land. The executioner is a Parliamentary vampire of the specific kind that institutions produce, someone whose function has become their identity, someone for whom the stake in their hand is simply the instrument of their role rather than a choice they are making. They position themselves with the professional precision of someone who has done this before.

And my old man’s voice hit me then, clear as day. “A man who leaves wolves alive don’t deserve peace.” That voice stayed with me all the way down to the docks. I pulled off the main road. Drove along the rusted fence. Warehouse sat low, wide. Gray as death. I parked beside the wall. Killed the engine. Got out. My shoes crunched on the gravel. The door opened before I could knock. Executioner stood there. Face like stone. Gloves already on. He nodded. Quiet, sharp respect. I didn’t say a word.

It erupted. It didn't fire a beam. It didn't send drones. It simply unfolded like a piece of dark origami, and from its center stepped a being that made the previous Architects look like children’s toys. It was a figure of pure, blinding white light. It had no face, only a vertical slit of gold where a mouth should be. It didn't walk; it simply existed in different points of space simultaneously. This was the Executioner—the "System Delete" command given physical form.

"How many?" "Twenty. Maybe more." Garvin kept pace, his usual composure cracked. "They're wearing Council colors, Ronan. Black and gold. The Executioners are here." My blood turned to ice. The Council Executioners weren't peacekeepers or diplomats. They were the enforcers who appeared when the High Council deemed a pack irredeemable. When they arrived, wolves died. Packs fell. Bloodlines ended. Varyn had said they will be here in two weeks time but they are here now. At my borders.

"The High Pack has judged you. You have been found guilty of soul-corruption. Step aside, and the Oracle will be purified." Kaelen stepped out from behind the tree, his muscles rippling. He didn't shift yet, but his fingernails were lengthening into claws. "You’ll have to burn through me first, Seeker. And I’m a lot harder to melt than you think." The Executioner raised his staff. The white fire flared, turning the air so hot that the leaves on the trees began to curl and turn black.