Romans & histoires Bloodborne Executioner Set

“That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.” Dominic raised a brow. “Off, how?” “She interfered in an execution. Tried to save the target Bianca Leone was supposed to kill. No weapon, no plan… she just reacted. Out of emotion.” Dominic leaned back in his chair. “So, she’s foolish.” “Maybe,” Scorpion said. “Or maybe she’s just… not like them.” Dominic looked up, waiting. “She was in medical school,” Scorpion continued. “Dropped out after her parents died. she wanted to be a doctor.

The sickening crunch of bones snapping echoed through the deathly silent cave. Lia coughed up a mouthful of blood, curling into a ball in the corner, shaking uncontrollably. It was absolute bloodline suppression. "Know your place, mongrel," the head spoke coldly, his tone dripping with undeniable cruelty. "Who gave you permission to eye my prey?" At that moment, every single observer held their breath. That was the legendary "Executioner," the vampire-werewolf hybrid tyrant! He was known to tear every intruder to shreds before elegantly feasting on their entrails.

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"

I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as I realized that we were too late. The executioner's axe hung in the air, its blade glinting in the sunlight. Elara's hand clenched around mine as the crowd held its breath. I closed my eyes, unable to watch. The sound of the blade falling was like thunder, shaking the manor. The shrieks that followed were deafening. I opened my eyes to a gruesome sight. The platform was awash with blood, Bethany and Beretta's lifeless bodies lying in a pool of crimson. The crowd's murmurs died down, replaced by an unsettling silence.

I had been trying so hard to keep everyone safe, but it seemed like trouble kept finding us. “Show me the bodies,” I said, standing up from my desk. Jaxon led me to where the bodies were being kept. When I saw them, I could immediately tell this wasn’t the work of a regular animal or even a normal Bloodburn. The wounds were strange, almost like they had been made by claws but not quite. “I think it might be wild animals,” Jaxon said, studying the marks on the victims. “Maybe wolves from another territory.” I shook my head. I knew better than that. These wounds had a different smell to them, a different energy. This was definitely the work of a Bloodborne, but not like any I had fought before

I had always assumed nothing from that world could follow me back. I never expected it to return in this way. After thinking for a moment, I asked another question. “What about Harriet? “Is she still out there? “Is she okay?” The system seemed to search for the answer. A few moments later, it replied: [Harriet's consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her original will and desires.] [No abduction records.] [No residual trauma memories.] [She now exists as an entirely new individual.] [She has a loving family and relatives who cherish her.]

Grace's words kept ringing in my head. ‘He doesn't care about you or your silly emotions. He'll fuck you like an animal. He will fuck you bloody.’ I was Dimitri's whore, till the end of days, trapped in this golden cage. A tear ran down my cheek. I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to quench the panic. The doorknob twisted and Dimitri came in covered in blood. Human blood. A loud gasp wrenched out of my throat before I could stop myself, I drew backwards, My eyes wide and panicky