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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 84: Griselda - Pack of Wolves, Part 7

As if to make her night complete, she ran into Verchiel just inside the Executioner block.

"Good evening," he said cheerfully.

"I thought you were gone," Griselda snapped. After Philip, she didn't have the patience for this.

"I'm back. I hope Valerie didn't cause you any undue stress in my absence." He batted his eyes innocently.

"If you mean your stupid human, then no, she's been too busy in someone else's bed to bother Sergei. Probably Philip's."

A frown flickered over Verchiel's face, quickly replaced by his usual clown-ish smile. "She's moving up to seducing Executioners? Good for her."

"If you believe a word Philip says. He's as full of lies as everyone else."

"That's not very nice," Verchiel said. "And especially about your fellow Executioners. We're like a family-"

"A pack of wolves, you mean, waiting to attack one another in the dark?"