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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 50: Kateesha Call of Blood, Part 6

When no one spoke, the others stood, too. Celandine exited first, followed by Heng and Obi. Eileifr paused at the door to look back at Malick. "I am sorry you did not get the outcome you sought, but I have peered into the future. To try to hold the south would create a conflict of blood, not seen since the days before even I was born. This path is the better one."

He slipped out the door, leaving Malick to throw a chair after him. Kateesha flinched at his anger, but Jorick stayed calm, resolute, unmoving.

"Cowards," Malick snarled. "In league with them, perhaps. That these are the best the Kugsankal could find to send."

Kateesha approached him, hand reaching for his arm. "I am sorry, Father."

He snapped his fury toward her, then wavered. "As I know you are, child. Like your brother, you crave the blood of the rebel. No matter. Despite Eileifr's prediction, I believe the time will come when we will hunt them freely, trapped in the bonds of war."