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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 155: Kioko - On Equal Terms, Part 3

Kioko wasn't sure if they were supposed to respond and, if so, what to say. She looked to Ark, but he was silent, his face unreadable.

Malick went on, "It is no matter, for neither of you children knew him in the days before. Ark, perhaps, caught glimpses of his beautiful fury, but even he wasn't there, in the old world, to see Jorick alight with youthful anger, desperate to quench the flame of rage with his enemy's blood." He trailed away, lost to memory, then snapped back to the present. "As to the matter at hand, it would be easiest for you to simply incapacitate Jorick, and bring him to me." He met Ark's gaze and chuckled. "But you do not choose the easy path, do you, child? If you wish to make it difficult, you may tell him I only wish to speak to him, though it's doubtful he'll believe such a tale. When that fails, you will perhaps wish to employ this wonderful invention?" He motioned to the box of gas canisters.

"And the human?" Ark asked.