Female Paladin Novels & Stories

" Boys! Don't be mean. The little chick just hasn't grown the brain capacity to acknowledge that not all women are damsels in distress." Paladin stands from her seat and walks towards V7 in a sexy way while she took off her helmet revealing her sexy ruby lips... stunning brown eyes and milky chocolate hair.... the smell of her perfume hits me... such a sweet smell. ..... " It is not that I don't acknowledge your strength, I do but we are up against an opponent we know nothing about. It is extremely dangerous since no one is able to detect it. Rookie, wait ten minutes then escort her to the others. I'll scout out the area."

"Don't blame me then." A woman in black robes walked out from behind her. "This is the witch I've hired. She can use dark magic to synchronize your memories with everyone present. Once the dark magic begins, your body will feel like it's being torn apart and there will be no chance to stop." I instantly snapped back to reality and struggled desperately, making the chains on my hands and feet clank loudly. I screamed, "No, no! Don't share my memories!" Sienna sneered, strangling my neck and saying viciously, "Do you know why I fought so hard to become the Alpha Female, even going so far as to kill my loser brother?"

“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.”

"Do you cook?" "No, but...." "Clean?" a Paladin with olive skin, black hair, and hazel eyes and who was 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. This one had soft blues 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.”

He packed them up, and made his way towards the refrigerator aisles hoping to find water. On his way there he heard something, he froze and Listened. Then he was sure. It was heavy breathing. The Pales were frightening, the biggest stood eight feet tall and were a formidable entity. They had claws to tear their prey apart like a lioness tearing into a meal. A Pale’s arms hung very long and their legs were lengthy as well.

Danté struck the cage with the side of his fist then looked at Alister, the older man sat quietly watching the events unfold, he looked at Danté's concerned face. "Please help her?" Alister smiled "I need to train you to become a paladin Danté" "I have managed to kill my enemies fairly well thus far! I don't need another title to help me with that!" Alister stood up and grabbed Danté's collar "Listen to me boy! A paladin can also slay any vampire! You are the backup!" "Then give me Excalibur and go! I will teach myself!" "Can you?" "I'll manage, just tell me the basics of what to do and leave to help Tala, she can't die"

Another interesting point. A beautiful woman with long red hair, deep black skin, purple eyes, and purple tattoos adorning her body spoke with me as well. Alongside her was a short blonde lady with pale skin and the mouth of a sailor. Supposedly, the short one was a Goddess and the taller one acted like she was her big sister. Aelalaera and the goddess Satin. They taught me about their histories and the misconceptions of people when they live so far apart and do not communicate for themselves. Aelalaera also gave me some extra training on psionics. It was wild being able to create weapons with my mind. As she and Satin stated, it was a priceless tool for negotiations when weapons aren’t allo

Kade and I both nodded and we began to circle each other. I stalked around the ring, eyeing Kade. I was nervous, but I knew that I had to push that aside. I had to show Alfie and Kade that I was more than a girl from Terialta. I had to show them that I was a damn Alpha female. Kade lunged for me. He swung a fist at my face, and I ducked quickly. He missed me, and then quickly swung again. This time, he nailed me in the kidney. I found myself stumbling back.

“I see your mother’s strength in you. No matter the turmoil on the road. Never stop fighting and always stay strong.” I whimpered in pain. My body ached badly as I felt sore all through my inner thighs. This was my new reality, I had to stay strong for my boys. Lucia was the only person I considered a friend. She was always there to teach me everything I needed to know about my new mafia family. But she never told me any secrets or dealings of the Castilago family. It was a high-level secret. “You don't look too well, Esmeralda,” Lucia purred, her eyes coursing through my eyes in search of an answer, as she grabbed my hands.

The trident’s magic resonated with the pendant on her chest, binding him in a lattice of light and divine energy. Maximus staggered under the coordinated assault, hooves pounding the earth as he struggled to regain balance. Yet every strike she delivered, every weapon she wielded, every motion synchronized with Shan’s leaps, was amplified by the pendant and their bond. She felt the pulse of love between her and Kaplan, the trust they had forged, the unspoken understanding that they were unstoppable together. Padma’s words echoed in her mind: “Love is the fiercest weapon.”