The Executioners Novel Novels & Stories

The executioner stepped forward. In his hands was a large sharpened blade. The moonlight reflected against the metal. My stomach lurched. Slowly, he approached Emily. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. "Please," she sobbed. "Please don't do this." The executioner showed no reaction. He simply moved into position. Then he raised the blade. Everything around me seemed to disappear. The soldiers. The dungeon.The crowd. All I could see was Emily. All I could hear were her cries.

“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.”

Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.

The guards went down under it. The lower levels grew colder. The air smelled of damp stone, wolfsbane, and the sharp chemical tang of the research cells. Every few steps another flicker of Adele’s pain hit me—short, bright flashes of silver cold in her veins, the heavy drag of the glass tube, the way her heartbeat had begun to skip. My own pulse tried to match it and failed. A third group of executioners came around the final bend, they were five this time. They had heard us coming. One of them shouted something about the former king and the high council’s orders. The words slid off me. I no longer cared what titles they used.

"Kill all of them! Don't let them live another second!" The executioners shifted around, looking nervous as hell. Some gripped their weapons tighter, but they hesitated. They actually fucking hesitated. Then those massive wolves tore through the first line of attackers like they were nothing. These weren't regular wolves. Their bodies were huge, muscles rippling under that shadow fur, and they moved like they had been waiting centuries for this fight. Protectors, I guessed, bound to my grandma from way back. One wolf leaped and took down two executioners at once, snarls echoing so loud my ears rang.

Pov: Jane Jansen I struggled to keep my eyes open through the pain as it engulfed me. He stood above me with a malicious smile on his face. My executioner. There was no pity in his cold unfeeling eyes and I stared into the cold empty dark orbs as he pulled the lever. The sound of the blade dropping was the last thing I heard while I swore vengeance on them. On all of them. Everything here was different from home. From the people to the smell to the exotic foods they had. It was an experience that made my heartbeat race, forcing adrenaline to run free across my lithe body. Tonya was glad to have me and she showed me around.

a cold voice rang in the whole arena. Everyone stared in utter shock as the executioner’s head was ripped out of his head. The cloud of smoke kept growing bigger and bigger but there was no sign of anything inside it. When the executioner’s lifeless body hit the ground. Alan stood up immediately, “who dares to kill in my pack?” his voice thundered. Two glowing red eyes suddenly appeared in the middle of the smoke and looked tauntingly at Alan. “Your pack? Yet you punish one of you so mercilessly,” the voice answered.

Reika’s betrayal still echoed in my mind, her words a sharp dagger of betrayal. The executioner's hand hovered over the lever, ready to send me to a land of no return. Immediately, he got consent from the Alpha. The anticipation of death and the feeling of pain surged through me. But then, unexpectedly, a woman from the crowd broke out in tears, her cries echoing through the slaughterhouse. “Stop!” she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. “Set her free!” Confusion rippled through the crowd, their murmurs of surprise filling the air. The executioners hesitated, unsure of what to do.

The people I have helped in one way or the other to get out of trouble. Then there was my mate and Anna kissing each other's sweetly as the executioner raised the blade up and in slow motion began to bring it down aiming for my long white neck

The way you speak when you need to be completely certain you heard correctly before you decide what to do about it. The Executioner turned his head toward me without attempting to rise. He was not afraid of Kieran's forearm across his throat. That was the most frightening thing about him. Even pinned and bleeding on the road he carried himself like a man who had already accounted for this outcome and found it acceptable within his plans. "Kill me," he said, "and the Council starts the fires in the nursery." The word nursery landed on that road like a stone dropped into still water. The ripple of it moved through the column visibly. Bodies stiffening. Heads turning. The particular collective