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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 118: Greneth - Halloween Hijinks, Part 2

He found the city the haunted house was in, but the building itself escaped him, so he stopped at a gas station for directions. The attendant was an acne spotted teen who smelled of marijuana and greasy hair. Like a rabbit, the kid seemed to sense a potential predator. Without meeting Greneth's eyes, he mumbled a handful of disjointed street names. Greneth rewarded him with a fanged smile, that made the kid jump, and mutter, "Uh, cool teeth, man," before he scurried to the back room.

Greneth was still chuckling when he dropped back into the driver's seat.

"You look happy?" Griselda folded up the vanity mirror.

"Is it my imagination, or are modern humans stupider than they used to be?"

"Anyone in particular?"

"Just that attendant. I don't know. It doesn't matter." Greneth started the car and backed out of the space.

"Did you at least get directions?"

He stopped from snapping back a sarcastic reply like, "No, I thought I'd just keep driving in circles." "Yes."