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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 31: Daniel Black Luck, Part 2

Daniel stepped into the rain, washing away the last of the family's blood. Thunder rolled. Water beaded on his naked skin, like the thousand sins he'd committed in his lifetime. The drops grew bloated, until, too heavy to hold, they ran down him in pink rivulets.

He felt Kateesha's arms slide around him from behind, the press of her heavy breasts against his naked back. "Your thoughts turn toward the melancholy, even after such pleasure."

He looked up to the clouds and felt the raindrops kiss his face. "'Tis the kind of night for it."

"No, my pet, 'tis the kind of night for passion and thunder, for lightning and wild pleasure. The storm doesn't fill me with loneliness, rather brings my blood to life." She nipped playfully at his shoulder, then laughed as she stepped away. "You are not much younger than I am. You should have let go of your loneliness long ago."