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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 133: Cyprus - Future's Promise, Part 11

Cyprus released the breath he'd been holding since the words, "you would have". He'd looked to the future so many times, and he'd never seen Jilsenna's death, never seen an ambush, never seen the chaos and blood, only Sadihra's naked skin kissed by shadows. Had he known

He shook it away and cleared his throat, slowly absorbing the rest of her words. His voice was soft when he murmured, "You're not alone, Sadihra. I'm here. I'm always here."

She lifted her face, her cheek close to his, her breath on his chin. "I know."

His body tightened as he gazed down into her broken blue eyes. Tears sparkled in her long eyelashes, like delicate crystals, and dripped down her face. Gently, he wiped them away with his free hand, letting his fingertips linger against her damp cheek. He felt the catch of her breath, saw the way her pupils expanded, the way she caught her delicate bottom lip between her teeth.

His voice was barely a whisper, "I'll always be here."