Immortal Executioner Novelas e Histórias

I walked to the window and stood there looking out at the grey mountain light. "What are the Executioners," I asked. "Not the title. What are they actually." "They are the Council's answer to a question that was supposed to be permanently resolved," Mara said. "Four individuals, always four, selected and trained specifically for one purpose. They carry blades forged with a compound that disrupts the Veyrith energy core on contact. One cut and the power goes dark. No projection, no regeneration, no presence. Just a body." She paused. "Then they finish it."

Willie gazed with his eyes totally open, his face brimming with outrage. As of now, Monica, who had been quiet this while, talked. "There are four kinds of chronic executioners as far as topographical ways of behaving the space type, meandering sort, fixed area type, and interruption type. The Death Judge is a common fixed area type. He would bait or hijack the casualty into a pre-arranged spot to perpetrate a wrongdoing. This sort of chronic executioner has an extremely amazing feeling of arranging and is exceptionally careful in his activities. Also, the Death Judge is a sure and quiet individual. I trust this won't be the final remaining one. He will perpetrate another wrongdoing!"

That brings about I know many things other people don’t. He gives me that crooked smile that would once make my poor heart throb. Now I think the withered organ isn't even beating. — You offered her a second chance, she accepted it, had to die burned and turned to ashes, her molecules came back together and then what? She became a psychotic killer and entertained herself by mutilating people? I see him purse his lips and lower his head in shame. —There is something I must confess. There is a period in the life of an immortal that can only be described with a word: Emptiness.

The white-robed youth immediately attacked the Exiled Bloods Embryo Immortal. Whoosh! Rumble! Bang! The Exiled Immortal's face turned pale with fright, but he still continued to fight the white-robed youth. However, the current Exiled Immortal of the Blood embryo was seriously injured, and the white-robed youth and his subordinate were not ordinary. With a few moves, they killed the Exiled Immortal of Blood embryo! Pu! Pu! Pu! The Exiled Blood embryo Immortal coughed out blood, not daring to believe that he died here.

"It is carved into the very foundation of this fortress, in a room that only the Alphas of the Silver-Moon may enter. It speaks of a girl born of the ink—a girl who would carry the 'Origin' in her blood. It says that when the Queen of Gold returns, the era of the Wolf will fall. It says you would strip us of our teeth, our fur, and our pride. You weren't a glitch, Kaima. You were the **Executioner**." I felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the blizzard. All the pain, all the years of feeling like a failure, all the nights I had spent crying and wondering why I wasn't good enough—it had all been a lie. I wasn't rejected because I was less than them. I was rejected because they were

The screams continued as he cleared the concrete steps, hesitantly stepping into the light. Darkous exploded into laughter as he glanced around the vast space beneath the house, the florescent lighting barely eliminating the space. He located the source of the gurgling cry, smiling as he watched the torture that played out before him. The space below the house had been renovated, holding all that was necessary to eternally torture those who dared to cross them. The screams were coming from the corner, a bloodied man strapped into a metal chair. The immortal being that the psychopathic lord had come to see was laughing playfully as he tore into the man’s chest with a small scalpel, creating a

T tells me, anchoring his gaze on the knitted fingers on his lap, “he gave me immortality. Even if he has a callous way of going about it. He snapped my neck without a second thought.” I flinch out the sound of that, my hands coming up to my throat. T nods solemnly. He doesn’t seem particularly mad about that, just bothered. The muscles in his jaw are tense, while he plays with the edge of the linen. I’m trying my best not to feel sorry for him. Nothing has changed, just because he is an immortal. “Why did you need immortality?” I ask. Never would I wish immortality on myself. “Many years ago, I got sick. I was in my prime as an assassin, doing work for people as I was paid to. However, some

The stench smell of blood was all over the place. The special soldier led by Tyler rampaged. They killed anyone they see breathing. Pulled their guts out from their body, sliced their head and limbs off without blinking an eye. “Go get them all!” The blue alpha ordered. He was sitting on a bench while watching those around him plead for mercy. ‘Too bad… if I couldn’t kill the strongest then I’ll eradicate the weak first,’ he thought. His leisure time ended when he was pinned down on the ground. He felt a strong force pulling him from below. “Kid, don’t be too lax and think that you could easily sneak away after what you’ve done.”

Instantly, his head felt a subtle sting when it accepted an overload of memories where he tried hard to forget about. Noel's eyes twitched, hiding his pain. "Please elaborate for me to understand." Madam Ruzka heed her Emperor’s command. "Do you remember the time when you see a figure of a person engulfed in shiny golden light? That was your Sol, your other half." His mouth agape, a flabbergasted expression formed on his ethereal face. "…Impossible.” He paused for a moment when another prickly sensation stung his consciousness. “My Sol just died awhile back, how can it reincarnate in a short matter of time?"

Some were sitting perfectly still but had trouble breathing, some were feeling restless while others could feel a flutter in their stomachs. Among them, a figure sat calmly, mirroring the grief of the others by a watery eye or a look of encouragement. It was all a ruse ... a mask of pain deceiving the people around, making them think that this mind was capable of feeling sadness. It wasn’t. That emotion had long gone ... substituted by hate. For the last six months, this mind had only one thought ... one purpose, the destruction of Esha Arora. I can’t stop now. There’s more work to be done.