The Executioners Novel Novels & Stories

“ Do you know who I am, little wolf?” Victoria Stephens gulped. She had to fucking sensually gulped at my question. Her little nodding made me growl. “ Use your words,” I growl making her quiver. Her fear and helplessness right now make her more attractive in my eyes. The sight of her trembling always makes me want to own her. She met my eyes and gulped. “ Y-You’re the…executioner,” she mentioned and shut her eyes as if who I am burns her. I nodded and smirked, satisfied at her fears. “I do not just kill, Victoria. I execute the most painful death,” I whispered and push her again before storming out of the room.

This time, it wasn't the Chairman or any of the Elders that stopped but the arrival of a group of people that made my heart stop working in MY chest. I'd recognize them anywhere. Their stern looks, tattoos, and this aura around them that screamed danger. The Executioners were back. Why were they back?!

He was a man awaiting his reckoning. The Executioners, a group of cold, stoic warriors chosen for their ruthlessness, stepped forward. Their faces were concealed behind masks, their eyes the only visible part of them, betraying no emotion. I could see the gleam of the ceremonial axes they held, their polished blades reflecting the sunlight, ready to do what was necessary. I stepped back as Elder Garrick continued. "Let the punishment be carried out." The first strike came quickly, almost too quickly. With just a swipe, Xavier's life was taken in an instant, his body falling to the ground as his head rolled off.

No one will be able to say that I did something underhanded at today’s execution. “The men and women before us will each say their final words one at a time before their execution. It will be quick for them as we are not monsters like they are. Executioner, you may begin.” With that I make my way to my seat, Sky taking my hand in his and giving it a light squeeze. One by one the Executioner brought a prisoner forward, giving them their chance to speak. Some begged for their lives, admitting their guilt and wishing for a second chance but I know better. If you give a Traitor any chance, they will turn around and stab you in the back without hesitation. Only three admitted they would do everyt

The execution is not merely an act of punishment; it is an attempt to reassert her dominance and control. Cecilia, now confronted with her impending doom, faces a moment of reflection. She contemplates the choices that led her to this point, the consequences of her actions, and the price she must pay. Fear and resignation intertwine within her, yet a spark of defiance ignites within her soul. The execution chamber, a cold and desolate space, stands as a macabre testament to Sasha's reign of terror. Shackled and surrounded by darkness, Cecilia stands with a steely resolve. Her eyes, once filled with innocence and compassion, now bear the weight of her imminent fate.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Zack began to carefully reassemble the flesh and bones. He continued on for a good 20 hours, not daring to rest for even a second. Finally, he managed to reassemble my entire body. Unfortunately, I was without a head—the drug dealers had fed it to the wolfhounds in order to exact their revenge. Although everyone present were experienced detectives or forensic pathologists, they still couldn't help but gag. Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy tab

“Thank you so much, sir. I knew you'd believe me. I should get going now. My daughter will be waiting. Nice meeting you, sir.” "The cops are still outside, right, Levi?" "Yes, sir, they are waiting for her outside." I freeze in my spot, my heartbeat rising. Cops? “What cops?” "The cops that will be taking you to jail. You don't just try to kill an important person and think you'd go free, do you?" He speaks, pursing his lips. My eyes involuntarily land on them. I gulp, turning away fast as I try to prevent the thoughts rising in my mind.

one of them shouted, hurling a blessed silver chain net toward my legs. Fear froze me for a split second, but the mystical warmth in my abdomen roared once more, sending a surge of energy into my muscles. I was never going to be the helpless servant Chloe kicked buckets at ever again. I grabbed the heavy bronze candlestick from the desk with my trembling hands and slammed it with all the strength of my sturdy arms straight into the face of the first executioner who reached me. The metal crashed against his iron mask, sending him stumbling backward as blood poured from his nose.