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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 78: Griselda - Pack of Wolves, Part 1

This story takes place at The Guild's citadel in Iowa in 1956, forty-four years after Mary's.

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Griselda marched into the Executioners' office. The guard behind the desk ignored her, his fingers clacking over the keys of a typewriter. She tossed the damp packet of papers beside him, but it was only when she shook out her coat, and splashed him with rainwater, that he looked up. The anger faded from his face and his eyes went wide as he recognized her and the medallion she wore. The sound of the keys fell away and he stammered, "How-How did it go?"

Griselda slopped wet bangs from her face. "It was a disaster. My automobile broke down."

The guard glanced at the paperwork. "Um I don't suppose you know what's wrong with it? Never mind. You are a woman."

"Of course, being a woman, how could I know anything about machines?" The guard recoiled, and she added, "I think it might be the generator. Again."

"Right"