Executioner Stories

Is there really anything to say here?

Restoration magic is meant to repair what is broken. Not resurrect what is dead. Not open channels that should not exist. And definitely not answer back. I was supposed to be studying for my Divine Healer examinations when I made a mistake that should not have worked. A simple spell. A tired mind. A single lapse in focus. Now Evander Noct speaks to me through static. He was the Divine Executioner. A man history insists is dead. But he remembers me. And the more I try to shut it down, the more it feels like something on the other side has been waiting for this exact moment all along.

Benny never had a happy life. He was never able to leave the house and knew of the outside world only by books. Only knew how to talk by the small pieces he picked out from his mother. After a small incident, his mother attacks him. Benny, full of fear, flees from his home and into the strange world of Quandaria. He has many difficult challenges to face, and many memories to throw him off. But he learns, and keeps on. (Warning: May pose some frightening, disturbing and/or gory, mature images for some. Not gonna be blocked, read only if you think you can handle it)

Re-posting my short stories that are prompt inspired from the subreddit writing prompts. Multigenre All these stories are written (sometimes edited) within an hour.

In Joseon, some men are born into power. Others are born to carry out its final command. Che Seung-moo has spent his life standing where no one else wants to stand with a blade in his hands and the condemned at his feet. His family has performed the kingdom's executions for generations, earning them fear, disgust, and a reputation no respectable household would ever want. Then he meets her. Shim Chae-Kyung is a noblewoman raised behind silk screens and political secrets, the daughter of a man whose influence reaches farther than most blades ever could. She has been taught that the world is governed by rules, rank, and duty. Until she encounters a man who makes her question all three. Their meeting should have meant nothing. A noblewoman should never have looked twice at an executioner. An executioner should never have become interested in a woman whose family stands on the other side of the law. But some encounters are not accidents. And in a kingdom where a single command can decide who lives and who dies, falling in love may be the most dangerous sentence of all. Because the closer Chae-Kyung gets to the man behind the blade, the more she begins to wonder what he sees when he looks at the condemned and what he might see when he looks at her.

This first introduction page is a test to see if people will actually read this, it's fine if you don't, but it would mean a lot to me if you did

Imagine a world where The Watchers dwell, guarding the line between eternity and the world. The Watchers stand alone, chosen by God to watch the world and to write about everything they see, experience, feel and to empathise others. I inherited this destiny; after centuries of Watchers I am the current one but I am cursed. This tells the woeful tale of how and why this came to be the fate of thee.

What if stories were not fiction... but worlds? Not metaphors. Not imagination. Real places that exist alongside humanity. For as long as history remembers, humans believed stories were created. But the truth is far more dangerous. Stories are not written. They are observed. And some of them... refuse to stay inside their pages. Elias Brima is a man with too many unanswered questions and a past he cannot fully explain. When a series of impossible incidents begin to spread-events where "stories" seem to overwrite reality-he is forced into cooperation with an uninvited detective. Silas Quinn. Unpredictable. Brilliant. Infuriating. A man who seems to understand things he should not even be able to notice. Together, they are pulled into an investigation that begins with missing manuscripts... and slowly turns into something far worse. Because someone is editing reality itself. And the ones doing it call themselves: Executioners. But beneath the cases, the murders, and the shifting stories... something else is watching. An author. A man who should not exist inside the system. And a character who refuses to accept the role he was written into. ______________e In a world where stories breathe, bleed, and walk among humans... the question is no longer what is real. The question is: who is allowed to decide? The Plotter is a psychological mystery thriller exploring narrative control, reality manipulation, and the terrifying boundary between creator and creation.

This girl on the cover is Carly Elias. Just a normal girl from Tokyo, Japan. Or you think...! Born with another side name C.E. She have trouble with her. Here's Cannibal Executioner or C.E. for short.

No memories. Nothing existed prior to the killings. I came to this world as a monster. I wont be stopped. I will send all of them to my pits of Hell. Warning: Bit Gory.

This is about a story of a boy who finds the truth about his inner self. He will feel power of light and dark but yet he will have to complete his destiny to be set free........

Why would something like this happen to them? Why would people do this? Has the world really become this cruel? Has people really gotten this sick?

My third story from series "Don't read at night", inspired by my own dream.

At the edge of the world, near Schässburg, a boy is born with no right to choose. In a family of executioners, death is not an exception, but a trade passed from father to son. This is his story, told late, when the sword has fallen silent and the memories can no longer be buried. From the graves dug with bare hands to the shadows of princely courts-from Wallachia to the gates of Istanbul-his life becomes a relentless flight between guilt, survival, and power. In an era where faith and cruelty walk hand in hand, he becomes history's intimate witness and its most unsettling tool. He encounters the greats of the age without ever truly being one of them. Memories of an Executioner is not a novel about heroes, but about the price paid by those who live off the deaths of others. It is a dark, poetic, and brutally human confession about guilt, silence, and the fragile hope of redemption.