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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 · Terror
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186 Chs

Chapter 107: Lisiantha - Home for Christmas, Part 5

The bed was set up by dawn. Ichirou used the cushions from the loveseat as a makeshift mattress and papered over the windows with layers of garbage bags and newspapers. Lisiantha washed her hands of the mess, changed into her pajamas, then thumped down to the cellar. As she passed the box Ichirou had been using, she thought of Maegan and Gabe. That explained why they had an extra, but that they'd kept it said something. Was it that they had hoped Gabe would come back, or just that they couldn't stand to change anything by removing it?

As she passed Josh, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "More like we never got around to it."

She spun around to shoot him a dirty look, but the expanse of his naked chest stopped her. Gone were the old pajamas she remembered him wearing, replaced by a pair of low hanging pants and naked feet.