Fallen Paladin Novels & Stories

one of them growled, their grip tightening around her arms. Emilia winced in pain, her body still weak from her recent hospital stay. She had exhausted what little energy she had left with her heroic move, and now her legs felt wobbly beneath her. Despite her efforts to stay upright, she felt herself fading away, her vision blurring. "I...I just saved him," she whispered, trying to explain, but her words trailed off as she felt herself losing consciousness. The bodyguards held her up, but Emilia's body went limp, and she fainted, her legs giving out beneath her.

The subterranean citadel was cold, its walls damp with the weight of forgotten wars. Ash Ravenspine stood in the center of the arena, his bare feet echoing on the stone floor as he lifted his arms to the ceiling. His body was a map of scars, each one a testament to the empire's relentless training. Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind.

The Starfall Continent was not small, and it was extremely difficult for one faction to achieve fame and power. According to Dane, however, not only could Big Dipper Palace gain a foothold but it could make it big too. That sounded very interesting. “Let’s hope so. If they can really do it, I don't mind joining the Big Dipper Palace.” Palmer smiled and looked north. Palmer's ranking on the talent list was not low, first among the level eight pseudo holy tiers! He did not enter level nine because of the laws he wanted to comprehend. If he could comprehend the laws successfully, he would definitely achieve the level of an indomitable pseudo holy being.

"Death is but a pawn in my control. I can take him off the board here and now if you desire it." Holly swallowed. She knew who this was without even having to speak his name. It was something she knew without being told and she knew the danger of this conversation. "Why do you even want to help me?" "To take you off the board," he replied back. "I would like to forever change your fate, not just the hiccups that Dagon has managed. That is what he calls himself at this time, is it not?" he chuckled. "Pestilence was always the rebel."

consoled Joseph, watching his cousin hastily wipe his eyes. “If only that was all there was,” continued Lucas. “My Gamma left a half-arsed note for his mate and disappeared. He’s turned rogue. There has to be a reason. A wolf, a ranked wolf especially, doesn’t just leave his pack for the hell of it. Somebody knows why, but no one is talking. So yeah, it hasn’t exactly been the best introduction to being an Alpha. I’ve lost a trusted senior warrior and friend, a Gamma and a Delta.” Lucas sat quietly, stunned. All this time he’d felt inadequate for feeling overwhelmed, but saying it out loud like he just had, he realised he had every right to feel like shit. It felt like a weight had been fina

He smiled. After meeting her, he started to smile more. Then his mind replayed something and his face lost the smile. His Nano was so wrong. How can a fragile, something so sacred be the reason of his downfall? He can't let his grandfather's words take over his head. She is worth every price, every risk. ******

he demanded. Mae met his eyes. “I chose.” Ashar emerged next, flames rolling low and controlled along his arms, eyes blazing with fury and something close to fear. Riven landed moments later, wings still damaged but spread wide in defiance. The Fallen had returned. The figure turned slowly, surveying them with cold precision. ‘Multiple variables detected.’ Lucien stepped forward, chains coiling tightly around his arms. “Get away from her.” The figure regarded him for a long moment. ‘Secondary authority. Rejected.’

“No, but....” “Clean?” a Paladin with olive skin, black hair, and hazel eyes, seated at the other end of the table, asked. “No.” “Make clothes? Knit? Stitch? Take care of animals? Hunt? Fight? Anything?” another one asked in a playful tone. He had soft blue eyes, red hair, and freckles all over his face. Ayla’s shoulders slumped forward. “No.” “Then you are useless,” the Paladin from her left said. “Better feed her to the wolves. A good Myrthanian is a dead one.”

Dressed in a perfectly cut black suit that made him look like he belonged on the cover of a magazine rather than in a corporate gala. Five years ago he had been attractive. Now? Now he was dangerous. His hair was darker than she remembered, slightly longer, and the calm confidence in the way he walked made people instinctively step aside for him. Conversations slowed. Executives turned. And within seconds, several women near the entrance were already staring. Elena muttered under her breath. “You have got to be kidding me.” Matteo looked amused. “That’s Damon Vale, right?” “Yes.” “The Vale family Damon?”

“Even better.” I smirked, squeezing her knee under the table. She was holding her own, refusing to cower beneath the weight of my father’s presence. The woman sitting beside me wasn’t the same girl who had been dragged into this world months ago. She was standing on her own, and she was thriving. The conversation shifted, moving from pleasantries to business—because in this family, everything always came back to business. Matteo’s downfall had left a vacuum, and a vacuum in this world never lasted long. Alliances had to be reforged. Loose ends had to be tied up. The enemies who had retreated wouldn’t stay gone forever.