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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 54: Kateesha Call of Blood, Part 10

And so they went. Not just out of the audience chamber, but out of the building, to the stables. Their horses were too tired to be taken again. Kateesha threw a regretful glance back at Aethenoth as they rode away on someone else's steeds.

The horses ran full tilt. Only when they could take no more, did Kateesha call a halt. Daniel slid from his saddle, his eyes on the lonely road behind them. "They'll hunt us."

"Perhaps. Would you rather have stayed there and waited for your death to be handed to you?"

His silence hung heavy. At last he answered, "No."

"Good. Once the horses have rested we'll need to find shelter. It will be morning soon."

Daniel nodded, then, in a tone so low she could hardly hear, he asked, "Do you love me?"

The question caught her by surprise and she laughed. "Should I?"

He looked away. His mouth twisted unhappily. "We've been partnered on several occasions. We work well together. We-" he broke off but she could see the bloody memories in his mind.