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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 34: Reymen - On Pain of Punishment, Part 1

This story takes place in 1775, three years after Daniel's story.

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Reymen stood in the rain. He could see the breath of his horse against the night sky; puffs of white that floated away in the deluge. Lightning split the clouds, an illuminating flash he didn't need. His vampire eyes were accustomed to the task of seeing in the dark, even with a late autumn storm.

The sound of hooves came in the distance, barely discernable over the pounding rain. The road before him had turned to sludge, with little rivers carrying away the few solid bits that remained. He'd pulled off of it, waiting in the deep, wet grass, holding his horse's reins.

The message had come yesterday, from a tired rider and exhausted horse. When Reymen had broken the seal, the paper said only, "Wait for assistance. Jorick will join you in two days' time."