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. 


Tales of the Executioners

It was some time later when the alarm bells clanged to a stop, dropping the citadel into silence. Krill wiped blood from his eyes and surveyed the damage. Dead and injured were scattered up and down the corridor. Krill hurried first to the sisters' room, not far from where he'd killed his last opponent. No answer came to his knock and, when he pushed, he discovered the door was unlocked. The room was empty, their luggage gone. There wasn't even a note left behind.


Or tried to. Krill turned to searching among the bodies, afraid he'd find them, lifeless and bloody, like Katherine had been. He'd circled back to the stairs with no sign of them, when a voice came from behind him. "You're still alive."


He turned to see Migina wipe a gory blade on her pants before she jammed it into its sheath. Her dark hair was pulled back in a long braid, but a few wisps escaped, flecked in the blood of her enemies. Or maybe her allies.


Chapter 68: Krill - Dreadful Note of Preparation, Part 6