Immortal Executioner Romane & Geschichten

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“No! How can we survive?! I don’t know how to swim!” “I won’t let go of your hand, trust me.” “SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU! Stop arguing whether to jump or not because before you could do so, I’m going to kill you!” Mallory brings out a specialized gun, the only kind of gun that can harm any immortals. “Madison, in the count of three,” Aleister whispered. “No! I won’t do it! There has to be another way!” “Goodbye Madison...” “One!”

he asked with a smile, as if excited for his next adventure. “This is just great,” Ridge said sarcastically as he put his backpack on his back and started walking towards us. “What’s an Executioner?” I asked softly to Shaun next to me. “They are the top ten Hunters of the Association. That number on his body means that he is the third of ten Executioners.” A feral grin escaped his lips. “And those lots are really a major pain in the ass.” I never doubted him and we followed them as we started our trail. I wanted to punch Cliff's face as he started calling me.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

She turned on her heels, exiting the back door. Though he should, Malik could not be angry with Martha. She was like a mother to him, having never known his own. She was like them, immortal. She had come into their lives some years ago. Sick and ravaged with fever, she had begged to be given life. Malik had succumbed. She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns.

She did not look at Damon or Gideon with fear; her eyes were fixed on the executioner as he got to her side, his violet-glowing hand wrapping around her waist to pull her onto his back. "The High Council has lost control of the editor, Jasmine!" the executioner shouted, his mask flashing with a purple light as he pointed his axe toward a hidden old iron pipe that went through the southern wall of the big hole."The First Register will scrap the entire valley! We take the remaining core-blood and initialize the backup file in the southern provinces! Move!" ​"Damon! They’re escaping with the template!" Elara shouted, her energy stretched to its absolute absolute limit as she fought to maintain

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.

She was betrayed by the man she loved. He intended to use the woman he hated. Lorraine Silvius thought losing her sight was the cruelest thing fate could give her, until she discovered the person she trusted most had been lying to her all along. Determined to uncover the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, she enters the territory of Alexavian Lancaster—the immortal Alpha of the Crimson Pack. A man who has spent centuries despising witches. Bound by secrets, old hatred, and a dangerous attraction neither of them expected, Lorraine and Alexavian must uncover the lies buried beneath centuries of betrayal. Because the closer they get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tel

As it fills the room, I feel the pain in exchange of travelling through time and for my immortality. I felt needles piercing my body, my skin felt like peeling. My mortal body was once again becoming immortalized. Tears filled my eyes , I'm crying because of the pain. The pain of being alone. As the blinding light fades, so did the piercing activities in my body. We're still in the room, Leana was hugging an older version of her son and a grown Dante. I fell down to my knees, though very weak I was able touch her shoulders and said, "Leana, we're safe."