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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 42: Reymen - On Pain of Punishment, Part 9

They spent yet another day hiding away from the sun. Reymen's dreams were dark, but Catalina and Filippo danced at the edges. He tried to forget them; still, he saw snatches of what might have been truth. Or perhaps his own imagination.

When he woke, he told himself that was the case, but guilt gnawed at him. He saw Catalina, cheeks damp with tears, hair fallen around her shoulders. Her words were strange, but the meaning was clear as she begged Filippo to kill her. "It is my only salvation."

That was when he'd proposed the plan; to run and never look back, to escape to a new continent, half a world away, and disappear into the wilderness. No fine things, no beautiful houses, no silk or shiny gold.

She'd thrown her arm around him, still sobbing. She'd give all those things up if only it meant she could be with Filippo, safe and free.

And now you're neither.