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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 85: Griselda - Pack of Wolves, Part 8

It was later that evening when Sergei knocked on Griselda's bedroom door. "You have a call from someone named Harry."

Griselda stuck the bookmark in and laid the novel aside. Had Harry procured someone so quickly? He'd acted like it might take weeks.

"He usually comes through faster than he says he will."

Apparently Bren was right. That made for a change.

She lifted the receiver from the cradle on her nightstand. "Griselda here."

"Executioner?" Harry's voice came back. "I have the package you ordered. If you'd care to come pick it up and make payment?"

It felt a little like prostitution, but she reminded herself it was more like buying a pet like a puppy. Yes. Just purchasing a soulless animal. "Where do I meet you?"

"On the sixth floorlet's say the recreation room, shall we? In twenty minutes?"