Immortal Executioner Novelas e Histórias

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

The floor beneath the platform was covered with infinite amounts of lava. The executioner danced around the stage with his sword. She could remember the exact movements from her past life. The only disadvantage about having picture perfect memory was being able to recall every detail. The memories of her execution kept replaying in her mind. It was torment to recall all the traumatic bits. Once the dancing stopped, the sword rapidly flew through the air towards her. **************************************

And how? I really love her and I won't be able to live If I'd killed her. Now I have to choose between my personality and my emotions. It's really hard to make a decision in times like this. And Master isn't even helping matters. He keeps manipulating my dreams indirectly. And manipulating me into killing her. If I don't kill her, I'll lose my post and powers as an immortal to a mortal, but if I kill her, I'll lose my heart and mind. What sort of dilemma is this?

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

So he can trust her. "I am glad to see you again, dear king." Sicario saluted and bowed. Elijah just nodded at this and continued to watch him. His white hair is long due to old age and his skin is wrinkled. Such creatures are rarely seen in Wysteria, as none of the immortal's age, except for mages who cross the mortal world. "She is no longer alive," Sicario said calmly and seemed to immediately recognize who the woman was now lying on the bed. "I'm not going to fidget anymore, Sicario. Is there any way to bring Elena back to life?" Elijah asked this seriously.

No one will be able to say that I did something underhanded at today’s execution. “The men and women before us will each say their final words one at a time before their execution. It will be quick for them as we are not monsters like they are. Executioner, you may begin.” With that I make my way to my seat, Sky taking my hand in his and giving it a light squeeze. One by one the Executioner brought a prisoner forward, giving them their chance to speak. Some begged for their lives, admitting their guilt and wishing for a second chance but I know better. If you give a Traitor any chance, they will turn around and stab you in the back without hesitation. Only three admitted they would do everyt

My gaze snaps to Sofia. Her eyes glow faintly silver, terror and disbelief tearing across her face as power thrums dangerously close to the surface. Realization hits me like a hammer. She can kill immortals. Something no prophecy ever mentioned. Something no one has ever seen. The remaining assassins falter. That hesitation costs them their lives. I tear through them with brutal efficiency, the bond feeding me strength and precision. One goes down with a crushed throat. Another’s spine snaps beneath my grip. The forest fills with snarls, bone-breaking impacts, and the copper stink of blood.

"What if one day you wake up and there's nothing left of the woman you used to be? What if the killing stops being something you do and starts being something you are? What then, Elara?" I held his gaze. "Then I'll still be standing. And I'll still be fighting. And I'll still be killing. Because that's the only way I know how to survive." "That's not surviving. That's destroying." "Maybe they're the same thing." He stepped closer to me. His hand reached out, hesitated, then dropped back to his side. "I don't want to watch you disappear," he said. "I've already lost you once. I can't do it again."

Immediately, the knife slipped from left to right across Greg’s collar. Logan released the victim’s head, stepped back a few feet while Greg lingered on his knees. The executioner then discharged two rounds in the back of Greg’s skull. Logan repeated the same brutal tactics to Bob careful not to injure the lower parts of his body. Their dead carcasses distributed over the carpet. Large bloodstained disparate in areas.

"But everything changed, there's one kingdom who seized them out of greediness." "What do you mean seized?" I asked her. "They got rid of them on the land," the village healer's eyes grew mad. "King Hydrae ordered Thud to slaughter every immortal. He ordered that no one should live---," I cut her words. "Do immortals die?" "Of course, they do through decapitation. That's what the Aquans did," she narrated. "They were strong you said. How were they decapitated?" It confused me.