Fallen Paladin Novels & Stories

Most entries were encoded. Numbers. Symbols. Coordinates. Then, halfway through the journal, one sentence had been written in plain English. As though Richard wanted someone to find it. Wanted someone to understand. Damian read it aloud. "If you're reading this... I failed." Silence settled over the abandoned station. He turned the page. Another sentence. "Never let the Vault fall into Arthur Voss's hands." Arthur Voss. The Founder. Richard knew. He had known all along. Then Damian reached the final page.

I didn't want him thinking last night meant we'd crossed into something softer. "You know what," I said, before I could stop myself, "let's not pretend yesterday was anything. You're still an Icebull. I'm still a Falcon. Nothing about that changed because we shared a drink." His jaw tightened slightly. "Didn't say it did." "Good. Because I remember exactly who you are. Who all of you are." My voice was rising now, more than I meant it to, loud enough that a few of the guys nearby slowed to watch. "I remember every single thing your team did to me before any of us had names on the back of a jersey that mattered. So don't stand there acting like one conversation erases that."

This was his fate. He stood up from his place and limped to the arena. Before the Vampire could punch him, the high priest showed his palm asking him to stop. Azazel was confused but did as he was asked. Austin kneeled on his knees in front of Abigail and Orion, his voice couldn’t be heard anymore but his actions voiced his unsaid words.

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

most of them gulped down the shock that they’ve been feeling You can almost hear them gulped down their saliva to bring themselves back to their senses Lina clapped and all of the attention was drawn to her She pointed the waiting crowd at the bridge to know the direction and when the paladin saw it he take the lead “sir… correct me if I’m wrong but. Paladins exist in the medieval period right?” someone voice out their concern “that undead wears armor and knows how to handle a weapon?!” “he can even speak!” Lina wanted to tell them that what have they witnessed is just an early point They act shocked and petrified, she thought that these wolves are trained for these kinds of things. Her expe

The climax was my father, the only family I had left, dying and leaving me behind all alone, but life, fucking life finally became absolutely shitty and pointless when I found out that the fucking one I dated, only dated me so that he could learn all my secrets and sell me off to the freaking bullies, that was the finally draw. It made me cut myself away from the world, and vow to never tolerate any shit from anyone ever again. Fast forward to the present and a brief introduction, I am Elias, the mysterious heartless dangerous guy that's immune to any emotion apart from anger and violence, and the mad depressed guy who cuts himself when he feels worthless, blah blah blah… In conclusion, I am

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

Fallen is a race of celestial beings who were sent down to earth either as punishment or as a request made by them, they lose their wings in the process. Aryiks are a race of beings who are half werewolf half angels, they are granted angel lifespans and werewolf powers, including a wolf. They also allowed the fallen angels' powers to be passed unto them, however, can only be accessed until their 20th year. Most of the Aryiks born have their werewolf side more prominent than their angel side, therefore, losing their powers. My hair was originally the same as you're, but I cut mine, killing its magic and changing it to black.

He says as he looks at Thalia's body while Shaun drags the man to the spot where he tied up the others. Atlas picked up her hand and then let it down as he looked at me. "She is gone." I can't believe I was so close and yet I failed. I failed my friend. I should have been quicker, I should have done something different, maybe even called the police as Atlas suggested.