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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 105: Lisiantha - Home for Christmas, Part 3

Near daybreak, Lisiantha, Ichirou, and Mére were in the living room, hanging the gingerbread men on the tree, when the back door banged. Footsteps followed. Lisiantha looked up to see a familiar figure framed in the doorway. Snowflakes melted on the broad shoulders of his black coat, and a scarf was thrown over one shoulder, more for show than protection against the elements. His curly chestnut hair tumbled around a pale, perfect face and a jawline peppered with stubble. She met his eyes, dark midnight blue eyes framed with heavy lashes, and the world dropped away, leaving only the intensity of his gaze and the fluttering inside her.

The sound of feet on the stairs brought Lisiantha back. She shook her head, to clear the lingering effects, as Maegan and some of the others appeared.

"Well?" Maegan asked, lips pursed and eyes alight with worry.