Romans & histoires Immortal Executioner

The moment that I laid my eyes on her, I already knew that Victoria Stephens is mine. “ Technically, he killed me first,” Lourde said in between his laugh. I howled knowing he’s stepping towards Victoria but the bound in my body made no mercy against my attempt to stop him. “ Come on. I thought Erebus are supposed to be feisty and wise like how my father describes them. What happened, heiress? You failed to see how he’s useless? He’s not an alpha. Heck. He’ll never be.” “ Shut up!” I shouted. “ I’m a fucking alpha. You failed to realize I’m the executioner, now? And technically speaking, you’re a ghost, Lourde. You’re dead.”

She was growing more confident in her control. Her life had changed dramatically in a short period of time, but Emily was determined to see the upside of things and be the best damned immortal she could be. All the while, Paoli kept getting a vague sense of unease, which made them feel the need to train even more diligently. William wondered if it was because no new execution list was forthcoming. There had never been a lack of executions before, so either all immortals had suddenly become rule-abiding, or something was wrong. Given the conditions they left the Coven under, it wasn't difficult to figure out which was the case.

He was the Vanguard's deadly ghost. He sank into the ground. He emerged right on top of the first Executioner, and drove his silver daggers through the monster's head. The beast collapsed, but Jace pushed it off his shoulders, flipping over in the air. He fired his daggers, plunging them into the next two guards' throats before they could even get their weapons out.

Silas reached out, his hand finding a discarded tactical rifle, his fingers moving with a slow, agonizing effort to level the weapon at the man who had just stolen the Vane legacy. "You... killed... my... father..." Silas managed to rasp, the words accompanied by a spray of dark, violet-stained blood that painted the deck between them, he wasn't asking for an explanation, he was delivering a sentence, a final act of the Executioner that he had been born to be. Arthur didn't even look at the rifle, he simply tilted his head, and a localized EMP pulse from the girl from the tank fried the weapon’s electronic firing pin, rendering it a useless piece of scrap metal in Silas’s trembling hands.

At this time, another bolt of immortal light and lightning suddenly struck down and directly killed this testee. When the news was spread, all parties were shocked. This was the first time in history that an expert who had become immortal had wiped out a latecomer. "Shameless! That's too overbearing!" "This person has become an immortal, yet he can't have latecomers successfully go through God's tests. What kind of person would do that? He's so vicious. Is he trying to crush the latecomers' chances of immortality?"

I bit out roughly, still struggling against his hold. “I told you I’m your executioner. Always have been. Every time you're reborn, I find you and kill you or have one of my fallen kill you. The immortal scythe has been really handy since I stole it a thousand years ago. The witches were quick to blame the pack for the crime.” “Fallen? Immortal scythe? That belongs to the Shadow Moon Pack. They were the ones who kept killing me.”

It erupted. It didn't fire a beam. It didn't send drones. It simply unfolded like a piece of dark origami, and from its center stepped a being that made the previous Architects look like children’s toys. It was a figure of pure, blinding white light. It had no face, only a vertical slit of gold where a mouth should be. It didn't walk; it simply existed in different points of space simultaneously. This was the Executioner—the "System Delete" command given physical form.

"I told you I was a Hydra. Cut off one head and two more grow." Venita's Dad? He was dead. Venita killed him. There was no way he led me into a trap. I should have listened to Venita when she complained that something felt off. "What do you want? You should be dead. H...how are you here?" "I'm immortal! You and the likes of you and kill me." Laughing, "That's the wrong question. You should be asking what I need." Getting infuriated, "Nobody has time for this game. Get me the fuck out of here!" I ordered.

Dying against an enemy was honorable but to get flattened into a pie by an ally would see their name listed on the annals of history as a laughingstock for ages to come. “How did this happen?” Simon chastised himself. He had scanned the boy using his divine senses earlier and found out that he had not cultivated any realm and deduced that he only relied on a defensive immortal artifact. Even now, that remained the case the moment he tried inspecting the Supreme Elder for a second time. The new Supreme Elder was a mortal in his eyes. “I have an obligation to the seat that I hold. I will not take your lives but a punishment has to be enacted.” Maru replied sternly and wasted his breath no furt

Kalta cursed, annoyed that Adonis always seemed to be coming back more powerful than the last. He could not understand why the kid would not just die and allow him to reign in peace. "I am not a bastard. I am Adonis, son of the great Lord of Death, Adonis. I am the reincarnation of my father and your true lord and master." Adonis answered him as he began to squeeze his hands at Kalta, squeezing and crushing his body. "You would never be able to be able to attain being a lord. Death agents do not feel or fall in love. Those who do are easily killed, take your father as an example." Kalta yelled out in pain as his bones were crushed and his organs mashed up together.