The Executioners Novel Novels & Stories

Moving on autopilot, I crept forward until I was pressed flat against a cold, rusted dumpster, and slowly peeked around the metal edge. Three men stood beneath a flickering yellow streetlight. One was on his knees. Bleeding. Crying. Begging for a life that was already over. Another towering man held a heavy, black gun firmly to the back of his skull. And the third man… God forgive me, but even in the middle of a literal execution, my brain noted that he was illegally handsome.

“No! It was self-defense! They were trying to…” His voice trailed off, a glint of steel catching his eye. The executioner, a hulking brute with a shaved head and a vacant stare, hefted his axe onto his shoulder, a sickening grin splitting his face. “Enough!” the pompous man boomed, silencing the crowd once more. “The evidence is clear! Annalisa Dubois is found guilty of—” “Wait!” I screamed, my voice breaking through the haze of terror. “If it was self-defense, wouldn’t there be… evidence?”

He let out a sigh as he settled in behind me, sliding his arm under me and pulling me close. I turned and for reasons unknown, slipped my arm around him and nuzzled his chest. Maybe it was just that some way, somehow, in the company of killers, he was my safety. My captor. My killer. My security. When did my executioner become my lifeline? Life with One was not fun. Less than forty-eight hours in and I wanted to smack her, but that would be unwise. Even the bottom of the Killing Corps scale probably had more killing capability than a hundred soldiers.

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.

The other bastards that’d teamed up with him either as his advisors or his guards that’d acted as his muscle were lined up on their knees with their necks bound in the same wolfsbane laced chains as they waited for their execution as well. I stood on a podium that hovered over everyone that was in attendance in the open field I’d chosen for the execution and looked into the crowd with a stern and fear commanding look that I’d slapped across my features. “Today, you'll all watch me execute these low lives in humiliating ways for daring to annihilate the pack I’d singlehandedly built from scratch” I said in a loud and clear voice as I watched everyone before me pay complete attention to me. “I

Derek’s POV After the execution, it seemed that everything had gone back to normal. Whoever threatened Erika and the pack had been eradicated. Erika wasn't bothered by nightmares anymore. Everything went as planned. Things were getting better and better. However, two days after the execution. One of the executors came back to the pack. “Is he dead?” I asked. I thought that he came back to report Baron’s death. “No, alpha.” The executor lowered his head and said with a trembling voice.

Everyone seemed to be minding their business. Or if not that, then the business of the men that are to be executed. For the first time, I allowed myself to wonder the real reason they are being executed. Because they had spoken the truth that Mia was Alpha Hazel's mate? If so, why didn't he want anyone to know? Perhaps he didn't want to be seen as someone cruel enough to reject his mate. "A very poor way to go about showing you're not cruel," I muttered to no one in particular. Soon, the execution ground came into view. It was already crowded with onlookers. The scent of anxiety and anticipation hung thick in the air. I carefully edged my way closer, observing the platform where the unfortun

Our verdict is already passed and no one can make us change that! Were they merciful when they burnt our houses down? Would they have been merciful dealing with us? For Pete's sake they'd have burnt us alive if it weren't for the revelation by mother goddess! Only Carlos and Isaac supervise their execution as the three of us head back to the Pack House to wait for their report. One thing is for sure, they are paying for their atrocities and Elvis will be next! After the execution mission is done, all the ten rogues are thrown to the bushes for hyenas and leopards to have a feast on them.

she said. It was so silent, I could only hear blood pulsing within my ears. I hated to admit that Tasha was right, but I doubted her plans to murder me had been her single, negative choice. For all I knew, she could've been telling the absolute truth, but I didn't believe it. I didn't care that I didn't believe it, either. The announcer waited for a few moments, in case Tasha was going to add anything, but she didn't, so he ordered the executioners to perform their duties. The two men silently looked at each other, and I realized that they were going to execute my enemies simultaneously.

Even meeting him was very hard since his sudden madness the night before and the fact that he was controlled by his other-self. The executioners were startled and immediately went back to their post and got ready for another execution. They haven’t even got the chance to do so when they heard Mateo’s grunt. They turned and were shocked to find Carissa who was already standing back with her hand piercing Mateo’s stomach. “Die!! You bastard!” Carissa took back her hand that was covered in blood and made another attempt to attack the vein on his neck when the executioners run towards her to protect their king.