Romans & histoires The Executioners Novel

she said all of this very calmly. I shivered at that. Executions among hunters were rare. We didn't have very many traitors, but when they were carried out they were quick. I suppose associating with vampires really was the highest crime. I tried to fight my curiosity, but it won. "Has anything been decided?" "Yes, we have decided that in this situation execution is not appropriate." It was scaring me a little, the way she was switching from calm and tender to firm and direct. "It's not?"

It was a crowd, the same thin and hungry filth, and they were watching, eating, spitting, making bets on how fast the executioner would beat the poor woman to death, how soon she would faint. I wanted to kill them. In a minute, my power would have been released, raising all corpses in the area—and not your nice controllable zombies, no! They would be ghasts, hungry and thirsty for blood, like those I saw here. I would have done it; I swear. But Henry’s hand squeezed my shoulder, making me wince in pain. “Look, Alex,” he whispered angrily, his breath hot on my skin. “Look!” “Scum!” I hissed. “Beasts...”

It couldn't be clearer that she intended to erase every trace of herself from the Lowe residence, but how could she be so cruel? A terrifying thought popped into his head. If she hated them this much, could they ever find her again? And even if they did, would she forgive them and come home with them? A crushing pain weighed on Kieran's chest. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The world went dark, and he collapsed, losing consciousness.

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!”

THIRTEEN David Uneasily I pace from one end of the room to another with the phone in my ear. I have just gone to our former house to pack up most of my files and there are litters of it all over the table, the cushions and to the ground. "You keep asking me this question expecting me to suddenly realize who wants me dead. I don't know anyone that would want me dead," I say matter-of-factly, without leaving the irritation out of my voice.

“Who is early?” My father turned toward the chamber entrance. His muscles coiled as though preparing for an inevitable clash. “The Crown’s Executioners.” The room grew colder at once. Executioners were not scouts or hunters. They were not emissaries or envoys. They were retrieval specialists, wolves trained to remove heirs or eliminate threats completely. Their presence meant the Crown believed diplomacy was over. A second wave of wolves entered the ritual chamber. Their movements were measured and silent, far more disciplined than the first group.

The cold that filled the isolation pit was no longer just an environmental condition. It was a suffocating, psychological weight that crushed the remaining air from Elena’s lungs. The flickering orange glare of the vanguard torches cast long, distorted shadows of the six elite executioners across the cracked stone walls. The heavy iron armor of the guards seemed to absorb what little light remained, turning the narrow cell into a functional execution block. ​Elena sat paralyzed in the dirt, her fingers dug deep into the freezing granite floor. Her mind was a chaotic vortex, untangling the terrifying web of her late father’s legacy.

Blood sprayed in all directions. However, the ones who died were not the three members of the Snow family. It was the three executioners. Each of them had a bloody hole in the middle of their foreheads. The wounds went straight through from front to back. They were dead—completely and utterly dead. With a thud, their three corpses collapsed stiffly onto the ground. Sean was stunned. A few seconds later, he flew into a rage, practically jumping in fury. "Gideon! You're stubborn beyond saving! How dare you make a move? You're courting death!"

That foxy brown hair and lampshade-style mustache, definitely feels awfully familiar. Then just now I realized something more important should be discussed. "Sorry, may I know the exact time of my execution tomorrow… I believe that you already received a report that I requested to speed up the process so I'll spend less time on the death row. I want to be scheduled to be executed through lethal injection a little earlier." The both of them seemed agitated by my statement, frantically looking at each other like clueless ducks asking for something. It appears that no one was willing to answer my question. "Ah, about that… Joe, call them…"

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