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Tales of the Executioners

Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. Twenty-nine short stories of love, death, heartbreak, and blood. Meet the Executioners, elite enforcers of the vampires’ laws. Walk with them through origin stories, follow them across the sea to the colonies, and run with them through the wilds, as they try to bring civilization to a land ruled by “day sleeper” clans. Fifteen interwoven stories tell the beginning of The Guild, set under the watchful - and sometimes malevolent - gaze of the ancient Malick, whose heavy shadow stretches even across the sea. Meet his favorite son, his willful daughter, his child-like pet, and many more whose jealousies, hatreds, and loves twist together to create consequences they can’t foresee.

Joleene Naylor · Horror
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186 Chs

Chapter 71: Dismas - Prayers of the Damned, Part 3

They had their meeting; Asher, Noris, Waio, and himself. The shade was adequate, but more importantly, they came to an understanding: they needed to leave. Asher wanted to return to The Guild, to beg forgiveness. Noris cautioned against it. Malick would not forgive them. The vampires bickered, until Dismas cut in.

"The destination is not as important as the escape. Let us effect that first, then worry about the rest."

Dismas and Waio crept back to the cottage, leaving the pair to continue their argument in the shrinking shadows. As they moved, Dismas looked to his companion. He knew very little about him, only that he'd been at the citadel, though not as a guard or Executioner. His skin was darker than Dismas', but, from what he understood, his heritage was less straight forward. Born to a dark mother, with a white slave owner for a father, Waio had had a rough life. When vampirism found him, he'd been ready to turn some of that roughness back on a world that had failed him.