Immortal Executioner Novels & Stories

Then Arthur tells about the incident that has happened. '' So, you saw her naked ?'' asks she. '' Yeah .. why ?'' he asks. '' It must have been nice to see her naked '' she says. '' No it wasn't'' he sternly denies. '' She must have been the daughter of elder elf Eris, who went to the valley of death and returned '' Stella says. '' The valley of death? where the alchemist is ?'' he asks. '' Yes, she went there and returned alive but how did she drown ?'' she asks. '' She said one of the kids there threw a stone at her and she drowned '' he replies.

She gave space but did not step back. “I have no fear of death, and not because I am immortal. I have lived many lives. And nothing is truly immortal anyway. Me and my mate will choose one day to go into the beyond. Dovimax is my grandson, and mortal though he is, he is very powerful in his own right. He simply chooses to ignore that part. Most fall prey to arrogance and let their power go to their heads in this world. After all to most these humans we could be like gods. I am most proud of him and his mother. Though she is gone now, and while he does his duty, what he has sworn himself too I wish to speak with you Hel because it is important.”

"Are you sure Immortal Emperor Chu is fighting against the three Immortal Emperors alone in the of Immortals? You are really good at flattering him. Do you know the Immortal Emperors? No matter how powerful Chu Xun is, it is impossible for him to fight against three Immortal Emperors alone. This may be your conspiracy. Chu Xun must have gone to the Immortals and asked you to bring the people of the Immortals to the earth. You want to nibble away at the earth step by step. "If Chu Xun dies, it means that you have turned to the Immortals. You want to bring the people of the Immortals in and occupy the earth. I won't give you a chance to do that. Today, in the name of an Immortal Emperor, I sen

That allowed Andrius to remain steadfast like a god of war. The balance of victory began to tip in Andrius’ favor. Perhaps after another hundred moves, when the Sentinels’ immortal essence was fully exhausted, Andrius would be able to win! Sure enough, after several dozen rounds, one mid-stage Heavenly Immortal exhausted his immortal essence and tried to take a pill, but Andrius’ spear pierced his head. The surging immortal essence invaded his body and destroyed his Nascent Soul. A Sentinel died. It happened so suddenly that the others were stunned.

Blade shrugged but that wasn't his business at the moment. Mr. Williams annoyed by his words, raised his stick and hit Blade on the head, "What's even strange is how a human who got the immortal punishment seduced s fairy and made her do unimaginable things. Maybe I should have just made your face ugly as your punishment then" Mr. Williams glared at Blade who shrugged.

I pressed the gun harder against his head, grinding steel into skin. “That doesn’t make you a king,” I snarled. “That makes you a criminal. A parasite. A disease rotting everything it touches.” The old man leaned back just slightly in his chair, lips twitching at the corners. Almost a smile. “And you’re the cure?” I let the grin spread across my own face, sharp, feral. “No. I’m the executioner. I’m here to erase you from existence to stop the rot.” For the first time, I saw something crack in his mask like a flicker. Maybe a ghost of recognition. Maybe fear. Maybe respect. Didn’t matter.

"His Majesty has revoked your security clearance. Effective immediately." Aria pushed past them, her jaw set, but stopped dead at the threshold. Two massive shapes blocked out the light of the corridor. Ethan hadn't just locked the door; he had stationed his elite imperial executioners outside. They stood over seven feet tall, their chests clad in dark, light-absorbing obsidian armor. Their faces were hidden behind faceless iron visors, their heavy executioner axes resting against their boots. The scent of old blood and executioner's ash rolled off them in suffocating waves.

Arguments happened—quiet and deep—about immortal sects or mushrooms (the only vegetable he reliably remembered to grow, apparently). She learned he didn’t laugh often, but when he did, it was open and unguarded, like it surprised him. She found out he’d been exiled—not officially, but in every way that mattered—because he refused to hide a cultivation discovery that could help rootless cultivators. He lost everything for that choice. She learned he knew about every bruise she’d had even without asking, because he paid attention, and checked in about them the way you talk about old injuries—not to poke, just to know which doors not to open carelessly. One night, sitting there, she realized sh

"If he turns it... the null-field will collapse the core entirely." The first vanguard executioner reached our level, his heavy, gold-embossed crimson armor scraping against the blue ice face as he rappelled down the thick hemp rope. His face was hidden behind a featureless, polished brass visor that reflected the cold, dead gray of the sky. In his right hand, he held a heavy, short-bladed executioner’s iron, its edge notched and dark with the stains of old palace purges. He didn't speak; he merely swung his boots outward, using the momentum to drive his heavy, spiked heels directly toward Killian’s pinned lower legs, intending to shatter the Alpha’s joints just as Vane had commanded.