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

Tellith drove through the night, the radio pumping tunes and commercials. He asked himself a hundred times why he was racing back. Between the cameras, the guards, and the Executioners, the likelihood that anyone would succeed at attacking the citadel was slim. It was probably a misunderstanding of some kind.


Except there was an explosion. You heard that.


While that was true, Roger had a propensity to over exaggerate. It probably wasn't as bad as all that. Hell, it was probably Senya's guards, as they all called her favorite group. They liked to blow things up. 


Now there's a cold bitch, he thought to himself. I bet she could wipe out any invaders. Maybe even The Hand of Death.


Or maybe they'd get lucky and Jorick would kill her and open up another slot in the Executioner's roster.


Chapter 160: : Tellith - Fire of Imagination, Part 2