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

This story takes place in January, during the novel Ashes of Deceit [in the Amaranthine Saga]. It begins in Florida, eight days after Kioko's story.


Tellith wedged the blade under the loose paint. He scraped, watching the bits drop down to the plastic, like faded rain. With a flick of his wrist, he started again on another chunk. Scrape. Rain. Scrape. Rain. Scrape. Rain.


He blew a frizzy curl off his forehead and looked at his brother. The opposite of Tellith, Bray was pale with red-gold hair and freckles. The disparity wasn't caused by an unfaithful mother, or a philandering father. They weren't born brothers, but had become so in the afterlife. Turned by the same master, they were brothers in blood. 


And that was the only reason Tellith was there now instead of at the citadel. He was burning up two weeks of vacation to help Bray paint his den. It was a tedious job that he was already sick of.


Chapter 159: Tellith - Fire of Imagination, Part 1