Isekai Executioner Novels & Stories

' "I'm sorry, Emily, but I already have a hunch who did poison you." Emily let out a long sigh. It's okay, Leia. She murmured, "I know who did this because someone hates me..." as she pointed the finger at herself. "And I know that they want me dead and the alpha's successor simply so that they may rule the alpha's realm," said the second character. Leia let out a long, heavy sigh. Emily, I will look into both the rouges and the hunters. I'll be right back, and I swear that I won't come back with any injuries.' Emily heard what Leia had to say right before she disappeared into her consciousness.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

I started to walk back to the Stand area now and then I realized that they were about to execute the Filth’s friend, the Snitch— turns out the Alpha Queen’s thoughts were in line with mine. A smile replaced the scowl on my face now as I stopped at a distance away to behold the sight. Finally something entertaining. Anika was screaming now and this added more fun to the scene. I folded my hands and marveled as the Balizar, the executioner trudged towards the execution stand with his tall and mighty build. He was strong and the perfect person to shop off someone’s head in the finest of manners. He picked up the threateningly huge blade from the sand and the slave girl’s screaming flew up to th

"I was going crazy, but I didn't show it. I waited for the right moment to execute my plan." My head is throbbing as I keep hearing all what he had endured. Why they did this to him. He didn't deserve this. Eren sighs more determinedly this time. "By the end of the third year, the favorable mission finally came. I was ordered to kill the leader mafia of the enemy gang to which they owed millions. It was to prove them that I was really one of them, to make them proud that we were all of the same blood. But I would never be able to kill someone in my life."

Zane walked towards Aiden and looked straight into his eyes. “Why my mate is inclined towards you,” Zane asked in a serious tone. “Alpha, she is my Luna and I respect her,” Aiden said bowing her head down. Zane smirked and turned around and looked at Elena. “He is my loyal beta and he will not help you in escaping my wrath,” Zane said with a victorious smile on his lips. Elena raised her head and looked at Aiden with vulnerability.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

“He is not a legend. He is the warning.” In the center of the hall, the Executioner walked among the levitating bodies. With each step, the pressure in the air increased. “You have broken the pact,” his voice sounded, cold and articulated like the snap of a chain. “You have violated the balance to feed sick ambitions.” He stopped. The weapon on his arm pulsed. “The judgment has been made.” The bodies burst. Not in fire, not in sound. In silence. Blood ran down the walls like ink. Flesh dissolved like burned paper.

His palm always found my stomach first now, fingers spread wide, as if he could shield the baby just by touch. “You did good today, amore mio,” he’d murmur, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Kept the world guessing.” I’d smirk into the dark. “They’ll guess until the day I decide to tell them. And that day, tesoro, the Executioner will already be in the ground.” He’d answer with a low growl of agreement, hand sliding lower, possessive, reverent, careful. Because out there I was still La Rosa Nera, queen, killer, untouchable.