Fallen Paladin Novels & Stories

“You did. But not everything.” There was a long pause. Then, quietly: “Did I love you?” It hit like a blade to the gut. I swallowed. “You chose me. Even when you knew what you’d lose.” Callum nodded faintly. “Then I must have. In a way that mattered.” We didn’t touch. Not yet. But it was a beginning. By noon, Paladin had vanished. His message was simple: Too many eyes. Burn the place. Go dark. He left a cache of gear behind—new IDs, encrypted comlinks, burner cards, and an old leather-bound journal filled with codes, names, and coordinates. A lifeline stitched from shadows.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

"Are you saying..." "Anyway," The Merlin shrugs, "as I was saying, paladin is a title we give to a warrior mage, a person who is strong in both the martial and magical arts. You have to train for years in the practice of both to become an official paladin, and I trained your original incarnation." "And who was that?" She pauses, her hand on her chin, her eyes moving back and forth in the way people do when they are thinking about what to say. "How much do you know about the original myth?"

The memory of his fallen comrades burned bright in his mind, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a heavy heart and a burdened conscience, Alex knew that he could no longer continue serving in the army. The weight of the secrets he carried and the knowledge of the injustice that had been perpetrated weighed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made by his fallen comrades.In a moment of clarity, Alex realized that he could no longer be a part of an institution that valued secrecy and deception over truth and justice. His loyalty lay with his fallen comrades and the oath he had sworn to protect and serve, not with those who

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

"But they couldn't disconnect their minds fast enough. They are trapped in the buffer, just like I was. But because of your server blade, they have a place to exist." Ren stared at the silent, massive army of digital ghosts. They were all looking at him. Looking at Wraith. A massive, armored Paladin stepped forward from the front ranks. His gamertag flickered: DragonSlayer99. It was the player who had fired the first shot at the Seraphim in the Plaza. The Paladin slammed his massive shield into the ground and dropped to one knee, bowing his head. Following his lead, the entire army of thousands dropped to one knee in perfect, silent unison.

Jasmine started to fade before she could continue. Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated. “No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand.” The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

It raised its sword and a second after that, all the skeletons stopped moving. (Different from a death knight, this version is not only stronger but it can also use magic.) “What is that thing?” “I’ve never seen it before.” “A death knight? It looks different.” Mumbles from the people behind him were filled with their confusion. Of course they’ve never seen one. Death paladins were high ranked monsters after all. It was rare enough to meet a death knight. “That’s a death paladin. Be careful, it is strong.” A random Hunter spoke up. He was wearing a dark green cloak that covered his head, concealing a part of his face. On his chest was a Hunter tag. It was bronze, a Champion rank.

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi

I look at mom and I can tell that she is just as surprised as I am. “I found out that those three vampires are Zharten, Thalex, and Ramulus. They are from a coven in the Mediteranian area. Their coven is one of the oldest and most powerful in the world. The current vampire king is Zharten’s cousin. The warlock is from the Galliant coven and they are the oldest and most powerful coven in the world. His name is Nikolas and from what I found out he is the mate of Aliya’s cousin Dreston.” Nalmyra states.