The Executioners Book Novels & Stories

And to think that the girl herself also had someone like that in the world. Joshua tries to wipe the tears streaming down her face, but her crying never seems to end. It's as if a dam has burst inside her. Crimson appears at the end of the corridor. He is accompanied by two men wearing pants and shirts, but also doctor's coats. Emanuele's nails dig into Joshua's arm as she realizes who they are. The executioners. The ones who will administer the lethal injection. Her head begins to move back and forth in a muted sign of "no."

Salvatore inquired to his younger brother, Marco looking at him with a raised eyebrow before he pushed himself off the wall and marched towards the man their disgust was reserved for. "Who the fuck are you?" The man growled, staring up at Marco with loathing in his eyes. "The executioner,” He smirked in satisfaction and, pressing the barrel to his forehead as he froze in place. "And the judge has sentenced you to die,” He growled before pulling the trigger, the bullet flying out with a silent whoosh from its suppressor before penetrating the man’s skull with an exit wound. The men looked away as the stench of blood flooded around the room.

"If you can't find a single clue, Agent Miller, maybe you should take off that uniform and work security at my nightclub. I'll pay you double." Miller slammed his fist on the table. "Wipe that smug look off your face, Victoria!" "Those men were loyal to you. Tell me! What was your motive for ordering their executions?" My smile vanished. "The truth is, even in my coma, my mind was sharp." I lifted my chin slightly. "They were trash. They deserved to die." Miller stared, trying to find a flicker of remorse on my face. He failed. "Did they... harm you while you were in the coma?" Miller's voice grew low.

“What? You let those fools escape, how incompetent are you people anyway?” Kane shrugged, but his eyes were sharp. “We didn’t let them escape. They’re in our cell. Waiting for execution.” I felt something cold and savage stir inside me, memories flashing, the betrayals, the ruined deals, the night I swore vengeance on those two bastards. “What’s that got to do with me?” I spat, but my heart was thumping wild. Ryker’s mouth curved into a wicked grin. “You’re the executioner, Vivienne.”

The fire in my veins intensified. My consciousness began to spiral into darkness. Strength drained from my body. Even the sting of steel cuffs chafing my wrists raw began to feel distant. Sylvia's voice was sickly sweet, laced with malice. "Look, it's working! Soon everyone will know how vicious this bitch really is!" The men below whispered and pointed. "Goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. An ungrateful snake like her should be fitted for cement shoes and dropped in the ocean!"

He instinctively lifted his whip to strike, but before the leather could even uncoil, I flexed my fingers. The shadows on the floor came alive. They didn’t crawl; they snapped upward like iron spikes. Two massive, blade-like tendrils of pure darkness sliced through the air, completely severing the arms of the two front executioners before they could aim their flamethrowers. The men didn’t even have time to scream before the shadows wrapped around their helmets, crushing their skulls with a sickeningcrunch. “Kill her! Kill her now!” Jaxon shrieked, scrambling backward, abandoning his hold on Dominic as he retreated toward the exit.

It was about Liora’s right to her own life. "Activate Protocol Nemesis," Liora whispered. Suddenly, every electronic device in the hands of Silas’s mercenaries began to explode or spark. Screams filled the room as Liora took control. That night, inside the Vault full of shadows of death, Liora Thorne was no longer a subject. She was the executioner. END OF CHAPTER 30.

he said, his voice filled with tears, “if there’s another life after this, I promise I’ll come back and make them pay for what they’ve done to you.” Tears streamed down my face as the executioner raised his axe, the blade glinting in the sunlight. “Godfrey,” I shouted watching the axe come down when suddenly the executioner fell backward, a dagger in his head. The crowd froze as they parted ways, revealing the southerners, coming in their thousands. Thomas stumbled backward as the Southerner's sentinels surrounded him. A man stepped forward, behind him was the commander. His appearance looked bold and commanding. He must be the King of the South.

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

Until there was nothing left to recognize. The screams rose like music. They tried to run. Of course they did. But there was nowhere to go. My warriors flanked the exits, blocked the forest line, circled in. This was a cage. And I was the executioner. One fool tried to rally them. Tried to bark orders. I let him speak, let him lift his sword—then I tore his head clean off and dropped it in the fire pit. Let that be their Alpha now. A hut burst into flames behind me. The stench of smoke, piss, and blood burned through my lungs like a drug.