Fallen Paladin Novels & Stories

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

"Fuck off half-breed!" I grunted, pulling my scythe from the dying body. The creature lay there, his eyes boring into me. It had been a terrible fight, the likes of which I hadn't had for some time, which was thrilling and yet somehow saddened me, to snuff out the very being who had brought me such joy. His lips turned up slightly, his eyes, as blinding as the sun met mine. So this was a son of Shamsiel, former guardian angel of Eden and aid to Uriel, the fallen angel who taught the signs of the sun to men. You could tell by their attributes, Shamsiel's descendants possessed eyes that could blind you, thankfully most of us had special gear to negate any of the Nephilim's known attributes. M

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

It was his most skillful elite force and officers that he had trusted for over a couple of decades. The upper grand is composed of six strong and skillful paladins; Silver, Winter, Walter, Aetos, Lupus and Albedo. While the lower grand is composed of the high-ranking soldiers and mages; Hamlet, Rebecca, Tempo, Erythro, Nemesis and Wyre.

Didn’t slow down. Didn’t wipe the tears. I just let them fall. Hot. Silent. Unstoppable. Because I wasn’t just humiliated. I was… dismissed. Reduced to something that could be managed. Positioned. Controlled. The moment I stepped outside, the air hit me hard. Cold against my face. But it didn’t help. Nothing helped. I kept walking. Not even sure where I was going. Until I reached the car. My hands shook as I opened the door and slid inside.

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.

She felt a surge of power flow through her as he ran his index finger, vertically then horizontally across her forehead. The Lucifer, amidst his own initiation process, felt a sharp pain, excruciating, in a flash second across his head, like someone had just whipped a sword on his skull. He fell to his knees in agony, screaming. Then it was all gone. He realised then, the chosen one, had already been baptized and he was screwed.