Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

She puts her hand to my face and brings the talisman towards my cheek. "Stop it!" the guy yells. The talisman hits my skin, and it's so painful I can't even scream. My vision blurs and everything goes dark for a moment. Then Heather is gone. Yanked off of me. I hear her fall against the ground, her cry more from anger than pain. "I'll give you one chance," the guy says. "Leave now. In two seconds I won't be so merciful." His voice sounds so familiar, like it's always been with me. Like it's, oddly, a part of me. I try to place it, but my head throbs and I can't think straight, let alone open my eyes.

Another blast from the Executor struck the battlefield. The immortal deflected it— But the impact forced him backward through the air. The sky trembled again. He landed hard beside her. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Seraphine’s stomach twisted. “You’re losing control.” “Yes.” “That’s bad.” “Very.” The Executor’s massive body began descending toward the battlefield. Each step through the air cracked reality further. The Ancients regrouped behind it. Preparing a final assault. Seraphine stepped closer to the immortal.

However, in a secret location deep beneath the Atlantic Ocean, at the headquarters of The Syndicate, a man with a mechanical voice was staring at a screen displaying photos of Liora and Mavric. "Eleanor Thorne has failed," the man said. "She was just a noisy pawn.” Now, send in 'The Executioner'. “We no longer need Chimera through diplomatic channels.” “We will take it through bloodshed." "Who is 'The Executioner', Sir?" asked a subordinate. "The man Liora fears most from her past... The man who was supposed to be dead in a military prison ten years ago. Liora’s older half-brother... Marcus White." A new mystery unfolded.

The air in the catacombs became a vacuum. The white candles flickered, their flames stretching thin as the Executioners—the faceless janitors of the cosmic order—advanced. Their blades didn't reflect light; they drank it. “Choose, Elara Vance,” the lead Executioner repeated, his voice like grinding stones. “The Duke’s soul is a knot that must be untied with a sharp edge. Give us the girl, and the Duke walks free. Refuse, and we erase the entire Vance line tonight.”

he said as he pulled me into his arms. I sucked in a breath of pain and he eased me back against the bed. “But, you’re dead?” I asked in confusion. He closed his eyes and frowned. “I should have educated you better on all the ways immortals could be killed.” He opened his eyes and looked at me in shame. “There are only two ways to kill an immortal: decapitation and incineration, and some immortals are even immune to lava.” I looked around the room to see Persephone, Siri, Loki, Ash, Jade, Al, and my birth mother. “You must be Hilda,” I said as I looked at her.

"You died." Nickey's gun was already aimed at her head. "Trina killed you. We watched you bleed out." "You watched a clone bleed out. A convincing one, I'll admit. But still just meat and circuitry." His mother stepped over Chen's corpse without looking. "I've had twelve backup bodies for years. Kill one, another activates. I'm functionally immortal. Annoying, isn't it?" Forty-five seconds until detonation. "The children—"

Then a stone in the corner of the nursery shifted. It was a block I had always thought was part of the wall, solid and unmoving. But now it slid backward with a harsh grinding sound. A dark opening appeared. Slowly, the Executioner climbed out of the tunnel beneath the floor. He wore torn clothes. His skin looked pale and grey. Yet when he looked at Leo Kael, something dangerous still lived in his eyes. “The lie was beautiful, Alpha,” the Executioner said quietly. His voice sounded dry and tired. “The coffin. The smoke. The grieving mother.

—a weapon forged by the Grand Director to be the ultimate auditor of his father’s soul. "Don't use that name, Asset 001," the grown Elian said, his voice a chilling, robotic resonance of Leo’s own. "In this sector, I am the Primary Executioner. You've exceeded your grief-quota. The simulation is red-lining because you refuse to sign the 'Liquidation' of your Vance-Core." The Anatomy of the Hard Reset Beyond the boardroom doors, the hallway was no longer a hallway. It was a Centrifuge of Memories, spinning so fast that the past and the future were blurring into a single, agonizing streak of violet light.

My body still felt the phantom heat of his touch, my pulse still stuttering from the way he’d looked at me before the world fell apart. I paced the length of the room, my bare feet silent on the cold hardwood. The "Executioners." I knew the stories. They weren't just soldiers; they were the Council’s cleanup crew, shifters who had long ago traded their humanity for the silver-clad authority of the High Wolf. If they were here, it meant the trial was a formality they intended to bypass. A soft, rhythmic scratching came from the service door near the dressing area. I froze, my hand darting to the heavy glass decanter on the sideboard. I gripped the neck of it, ready to swing. The door creaked

Then Virel agreed. Without hesitation, I drew a blade across my palm and let my blood spill onto the black stone. The moment my hand touched the altar, searing agony exploded through my body, fire surging through my veins as though molten lava had replaced my blood. My chest felt as if it were being ripped apart from the inside, awakening something ancient that had long been buried within my soul. And when the flames finally settled, I knew I would never be the same again. The Executioner had been born.