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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 29: Clara Pretty Pet, Part 4

Clara shifted to stand next to the throne, her hands clasped before her. What could Malick do that would make Joyce unafraid? Could one extinguish fear with punishment?

Malick leaned back and crossed his legs. "Remove his hands and burn them."

Joyce cried out, worming forward on his knees, begging for mercy. The others looked to one another without moving. Clara let her eyes touch each one, seeing their uncertainty. As she looked at Bren, she saw determination settle over him, then he stepped up, pulling a large jagged knife from his belt.

Malick chuckled as Bren knelt behind Joyce, grabbing his bound hands. The guard tugged away and, with a snarl, Bren grabbed him again with more force, glaring to his fellows. Another guard stepped to them quickly, to take one of Joyce's shoulders, while another guard grabbed the other. Joyce writhed between them, but Bren pulled his arms back, popping them free of the sockets.