Fantasy Dark Paladin Novels & Stories

Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad. “There is no time, princess. They are about to reach this place.” He grabbed her wrist, forcefully dragging her while she tried to struggle. “How dare you!” She yelled, yet gasped the moment she saw the dead—they were bloody, riddled with wounds and bite marks— approaching the passageway. What is happening? She wanted to ask but Falstad spoke of it before she could do so. “A man of dark magic has infiltrated the castle and has already turned most of the guards into this walking pile of death... I am sorry, princess, but we must leave now.”

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

The Pegasus Paladin slowly walked to the center of the hall. The next second, the Pegasus Paladin said politely to the Queen, "My pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty." He bowed slightly, but he did not kneel. The Pegasus Paladin was the Goddess of Light's right-hand man, one of the 12 paladins. He had a transcendent position, and he was famous throughout the entire Roland Continent. Therefore, he did not need to kneel when he met the rulers of the six principalities.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

He wondered if that man had ever really existed, or if he was just a ghost designed to trick him. Outside, the city lights shone brightly, but for Luca, the world had gone dark. He was no longer the precious baby of the Moretti family. He was the property of Adrian Voss.

“So, do you see me unworthy of you?” “No. I see no such thing. We all have our crosses to bear.” “Hmm.” He says in return. “Yes, my people hail from the dark forest. My name, as I assume you are aware, is after the God of Darkness.” “Yes.” I answer quietly. I do not wish to judge him based on his line, being an elitist has never been my aim. “My line was blessed by darkness. Blessed to walk in shadow, and see what is truth. Blessed to have the power to send dark magic back to where it came.”

I, on the other hand, could only feel fear. “I want to have you, Laura. I need to have you whole…” He was trailing his nose along my face. “When you’re so fragile and helpless… I want you even more. I want to fuck you like nobody ever did before. I want you to feel pain and rapture. I want to be your last lover…” He kept whispering into my ears and it left me wondering what exactly the dark lord actually wanted from me. "I know your obedience is out of force, I want you to beg for me, to want me like the air you breathe, to crave me."

“I am the last of my kind, I’m an elemental seraphim and my real name is Brehena Ravenshade daughter of Nahaliel Ravenshade. I am being hunted according to my mother My powers started manifesting early and they they did what they could to protect me.” I wait for a reaction, any type of facial expression just something to indicate that he is understanding what I am saying. But all I see is a blank face like it somehow isn’t registering inside his head. I open my mouth to say something else when I hear the doorbell ring and he just gets off the stool and leaves the room. I hear the door shut from inside the bedroom and now I’m just left to my own thoughts. As I’m sitting here in the hot water

I said, and Max laughed. "The Dark Alpha is from the royal bloodline. There is a difference. For Devin to take over the north, he has to wipe out the Volkov family and the council of elders. We all know that is impossible. The northern army is made of steel. I once heard they trained with silver; there is no beating them. Even though we cheated when we attacked the estate, none of our warriors returned alive," Max said, and I frowned at him. "How did you cheat?" I asked, and Max bowed his head.

The creatures in the darkness were no longer just lurking-they began to step into the light, revealing their forms. Raven held her breath. The figures were tall, thin, with black eyes that shone in the darkness. Their skin looked like flowing shadows, changing shape with their steps. The whispering voice continued, echoing inside her head. "Elara... we've been waiting for you... Come back with us..." She felt her heart beating faster and faster. "Professor," she whispered in a trembling voice. "What are they...?" "The Dark Guardians," Professor Valtorius replied, his voice remaining calm though his expression hardened. "They are beings who seek to bring your family's legacy back into the sha