Paladin Gods Novels & Stories

The loss of the Pontifex Maximus, Anthony, yesterday, and the death of a Paladin, Jankovic, today, was a great blow to the Divine Court. Qin Haodong looked indifferent. He picked up the Holy Light Cross Sword and said to Alex, "Don't be sad. Anyway, you've killed a high-level Great Wizard. That is a trade-off." Alex came to her senses, shook her head, and said, "There are only four Paladins in our Divine Court. Now one of them has been killed. I'm afraid I can't explain it to Divine King." Lev said, "There's nothing to explain here. Cesar's dark witchcraft was terrifying and all of us would have died if Master hadn't protected us in time."

"His magic is in the air too. I can taste it." Drayton steps forward, taking the attention away from me for a moment. "I can smell that too, and taste it. But what if it is this Shinee you speak of? What are we going to do to go against an Immortal." "It's not an Immortal," Archer stresses, nudging Thorran to confirm. "A powerful Immortal isn't going to have an interest in something like this." He might. With an Alpha at least.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v