The Executioners Book Novels & Stories

a cold voice rang in the whole arena. Everyone stared in utter shock as the executioner’s head was ripped out of his head. The cloud of smoke kept growing bigger and bigger but there was no sign of anything inside it. When the executioner’s lifeless body hit the ground. Alan stood up immediately, “who dares to kill in my pack?” his voice thundered. Two glowing red eyes suddenly appeared in the middle of the smoke and looked tauntingly at Alan. “Your pack? Yet you punish one of you so mercilessly,” the voice answered.

Tears fall down my face as I walk out of the room and to the execution field. The entire pack is waiting for me as I approach, and they all clap wildly as I walk up and hug Judith. “I already told them what was happening. They know why we are here. They support you.” Judith whispers to me. Turning my attention back to the pack, I plaster my best neutral face before speaking to them. “This, I hope, is the first and last execution you will ever attend that I must lead.” My words fail me as I watch Onyx sit in his Alpha chair in the pack's center. “It is under my and King Aiden’s ruling that it is declared that this execution takes place today. Executions are not something we ever wish to perfo

“We can’t catch him. No scent, no fingerprints, no DNA… nothing. He’s always two steps ahead—like he knows exactly when and how to strike.” I raise a brow. “An Executioner? Why would one of them help us?” The man straightens his spine. “Executioners exist to serve justice, my King. This… this may fall under their code. But we won’t know unless we ask.” I nod slowly. “Fine. Initiate contact. Let me know if one agrees.” They hesitate. Again. “What now?” I snap. Another detective clears his throat. “There’s one nearby. Two villages away. He came to collect a rapist.” He meets my eyes. “Should we… invite him here?”

None of it did as I turned to the executioner. “Carry on.” “Yes, Alpha.” He bowed. “No please Sebastian, let's talk about this.” He begged, alongside his group of minions. At that moment, I couldn’t help but imagine how much my wife and mother had pleaded with him also. Pleas which all fell on deaf ears. The rogues were set up and other executioners took turns handling them. Each swipe seemed to send a striking jolt through Thorne and he kept stealing glances at me. The crowd were no different as they all stared in shock watching as the heads fell off one by one, each fall making the still breathing rogues tremble in fear.

My chest tightened. They had waited until the camp slept. Until the twins were unguarded. Until my warriors were scattered. “You should have stayed hidden,” I growled. The Executioner raised a gloved hand. A silver chain shot forward, wrapping around my wrist in a blink. Pain ripped through me as moonfire sputtered and died against the enchanted metal. My knees hit the ground. In the distance, a child screamed. My blood turned to ice. “The twins,” I whispered. The Executioner leaned closer. “The Council wants them alive.”

It glistened under the moonlight, with its sharp edge clearly inviting a daring soul to test it. The ground shook as this mammoth made his way towards where the prisoners were headed. His aura alone sucked the life out of the air. With every breath that I took, it felt shallow, almost as if there was no more fresh air left to breath in his wake. I watched as he went down the trail,and with his back finally turned towards us, I asked, "Who was that?" "That's the executioner! He's going to do exactly what you're thinking right now!" Jasper didn't hold back.

The executioner stood poised, his duty to carry out the sentence with precision and finality. A hush fell over the onlookers as the moment of reckoning approached. Lord Arcturus, his gaze steady and unwavering, took a final, somber breath. The executioner, with a swift and decisive motion, released the lever, and the floor beneath Lord Arcturus gave way. For a brief, suspended moment, time stood still. Then, the rope tightened, and Lord Arcturus was left dangling, his life extinguished. The echoes of the gallows' creaking and the gasps of the crowd mingled in the stillness of the air. The execution had served its purpose, a grim reminder of the consequences of treachery and the need for just

That would have been funny if it wasn’t painfully accurate. More gray uniforms moved through the trees. Too many of them. More than a patrol. More than a team sent to erase evidence. This was an execution unit, and every part of me knew it because Aurelia had trained me to recognize the difference. Patrols moved with caution. Recovery teams moved with purpose. Execution units moved like the outcome had already been decided and everyone else was just slow to accept it. The letter in my hand burned hotter, the blood-written words pulsing against my palm like they had a heartbeat of their own.

“By order of the Council of Twelve, the Elyrion awakening has been declared an extinction-level event.” Althea’s silver eyes narrowed. “You came here to kill me.” The executioner’s answer was immediate. “Yes.” The throne beneath the chamber trembled. The First King stirred. Interested. Above the chamber entrance— Lucien and Ronan arrived at the exact same moment. Too late to stop the breach. Just in time to stop the first strike. The executioner lunged. His suppression blade cut downward toward Althea— and Lucien intercepted it barehanded. The collision exploded through the chamber.

He watched me quietly as I searched for any hidden folders, there was one, a backup of everything that I had found and I deleted that too. “I am the Ulfr Banamaðr, Noah didn’t lie about that part, but I’m not a murderer. I’m Hel’s executioner and it’s a calling, not a choice I made. I was chosen to do this, to be the executioner, I didn’t just wake up one day and decided to start killing people,” I said to him. “There’s a lot of names on that list, a lot of dead people you leave behind,” he said to me.