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The execution has been carried out with ruthless efficiency, sending a clear message to any who would dare to challenge Wilson’s authority. As the group moves to exit, Percy lingers for a moment, gazing at the remains. And as the last of the witnesses depart, Percy’s thoughts drift back to the dark days of his past. His role as the executioner has ended, but the memories of his previous life linger—a reminder of the price of survival and the darkness that resides within him. The room, now silent and empty, stands as a testament to the grim realities of power and betrayal.

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

I had to remind myself that these men were rapists, murderers and thieves even if it didn't sit right with me that they should be killed but I had no say In that the decision had already been taken. As the prisoners were led to the stage the executioner stepped forward with his ghastly tools, his eyes cold and unfeeling. Time seemed to stretch, elongating each passing second into an unbearable eternity. The thought of what will become of these wolves in the underworld seems to have me thinking will they be taken in by the moon goddess or will she turn them away just like their own kind did.

I add. “Another good point. Let’s head out to meet with Ish and we can see where he’s searched and if there is anywhere that we haven’t thought of. Kenna’s right, we need to think differently if we’re going to find him.” We step away from the snow leopard shifter, careful not to mess up the scene for when the humans find her. The news of a serial killer has been all over the country. They call the assassin The Executioner becaues of the way the victims are decapitated. Humans are terrified and have started acting crazy, afriad of each other and sometimes killing each other needlessly. The only good thing about that is that when they are terrified of each other, they ignore the animals, foreg

I’m one second away from hurling it through the window when Parker suddenly freezes. “They’re back,” he says, eyes distant. “And they brought a guest.” We head back to the kitchen. The doctor’s still at the body, taking careful notes. The detectives return moments later, bowing. But the man behind them doesn’t. “Bow to your king,” one of the guards growls. The stranger lifts his chin. “I bow only to my mother. No one else.” Interesting. So this is an Executioner. He’s tall, striking. Raven-black hair cropped short, piercing light blue eyes. Probably used to being the center of attention—but his beauty’s hollow. Cold.

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

A gloved hand appeared, shoved the desk aside like it was cardboard. The door exploded inward. Gas flooded the room in a white tide. I fired until the slide locked back empty. Dante roared, lunging, but a boot caught his wrist; bone cracked, the pistol spun away. A second kick to the ribs sent him crashing into the bookshelf. I tried to raise my backup piece, but the world swayed violently. The mask was useless now; the gas was inside me. The Executioner stepped through the smoke. No hurry. No wasted motion.

he called, voice hoarse and thick with pain, “The executioner.” Gamma Hume rose to his feet, gave a bow, and left. In a moment, the executioner stepped out of the shadows, raining pouring down his hood. He carried an axe so broad, its edge honed for one purpose. Bernard's breath hitched, his knees feeling weak.

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.

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.”