Immortal Executioner 소설 & 이야기

he says, low and fast, his eyes on the running metal. “That is not even a Harvester squad like the grey ones. I have seen those tonight, they cut locks with acid emitters, slow and crude. This burns through a meter of solid titanium like it is wet paper, and it does it patiently, without hurry, which means it is not afraid of us, which means it has no reason to be.” His grip tightens on my shoulder until I feel the bone beneath. “I had genuinely hoped we would reach the shuttle before he chose to send it. He did not wait for us. He is not sending a correction up the spine anymore, Elena. He is sending an execution down through the wall.”

with that I punched him hard on his chest with all of my energy and power that he bumped on the tree some few meters away. "You love darkness. You are dark and so are your thoughts and intentions. No wonder you would turn into something horrible. I should have killed you. I should have closed your chapter long ago. I could have been able to save so many lives if I had been able to do something to you, including that of Margaret. You used all of them for all of your selfish needs and then threw them as the trashes around. I could have saved Royal queen mother, Briada, and even Ezio if I had killed you on time," I strode slowly towards him. "You don't deserve to be immortal. Why do you even fo

"Yes Nicholas, is everything alright with mom? Are you getting her ready to get on a plane to here?" "Yes Sims, she's doing alright and is ready as soon as Luc gets here. No, I'm calling because Alpha Mihaita Lupu of the black shadow pack wants to talk to you." "Alright I'll get a hold of him as soon as I can." "Thanks, Simion. Oh yeah, Luc called me as he got on the plane and told me that you finally found your mate. Is it true Sims?" "Yes, brother and her name is Kora. I have you on speaker with her."

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

I always thought they had done away with the Reaper's office, but seeing that damn wolf cloaked in black, it's edges as if they'll most likely untangle leaving him naked, I'm forced to revisit my thoughts. Presumably it was rumored that the wolf who held that office was immortal and that it's the weapon that chooses the man. I can't really see how anyone would be excited to become an executioner, especially in this day when wolves are no longer murdered but excommunicated from their packs. "Can't believe we're really doing this?" Veron comments. "Are you sure you want to go against the Federation?" "You don't have to. But I promised Halie and I have my own conscience to live by. "

If she's only not ruthless, she will never suffer all these things. Stefano waited for a few seconds because Natalia might have something to say but she didn't speak. So Stefano pulled out the sharp sword and without emotion, it moved quickly, and just for a second Natalia's head was thrown and it rolled on the floor. Its eyes are wide open. Natalia's body suddenly trembled and she fell to the floor. Blood gushed out from its neck that had been severed from deep within its body. It was red and sticky. Stefano was not surprised because the body of the immortal is like that when the head is cut off. The body will not die immediately. After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until

He froze, realising what he just did and waiting for his heart to stop or some other consequence. Their eyes met and hers widened with shock. She tried to rip her arm from his but he gripped it hard and slowly peeled up her sleeve, revealing her pale skin underneath. "Don't." She whispered, her entire body shuddering but he did. He touched her bare hand and she searched his face, desperately looking for signs of his death. "There are only five hallowed weapons that can kill a true immortal, Nehemey. You can never kill me with your touch." He told her.

“A dhampir to be precise.” I didn’t even know what to do with that word. Dhampir. It didn’t feel like it belonged to me. It felt like the kind of word you read in an old, dusty book you’re not supposed to be touching. “Which is an illegal creation,” the enforcer added, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. His lip curled when he said it, like the truth of my very existence left a bad taste in his mouth. “Illegal?” I blinked at him. “But that doesn’t even make sense!”

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins