Paladin Legends Novels & Stories

Is there really someone that will come to help him? At the age of twelve, he became the emperor and because he was young and ignorant in running the kingdom, Minister Ding became his advisor. As a result, his connection increased rapidly and he even built his army of warriors. He does not stand as his advisor because he decides everything in the palace. He is more than emeperor than him. Being an emperor is just a title because the truth is, he is Minister Ding's puppet emperor. A useless emperor who controlled by a mere eunuch who self-proclaim as the prime minister of his kingdom. And all of his ministers knew about this but could do nothing to help him, especially his loyal ministers. "Th

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.

Elena's POV Dante Romano's gaze faltered slightly as he looked at the die on my desk. He recognized it immediately, having personally ordered its creation years ago. He had placed a weighted core in it, meticulously engineered to ensure that regardless of how it was thrown, it would always land on the exact same side—one. He raised his hand to rub his temples, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Please quit playing around, Elena. You ought to know how troublesome this case is. If the Romano Famiglia loses its business in Vallenzia, the entire Famiglia's foundation will be shaken.

"She's one of the Primordial Dragons, of course. She controls numerous loyal dragon descendants, and she owns this realm. She even has many treasures that I don't know about..." "You mean there are treasures besides the secret realm?" Adrian's eyes lit up. Although there were many treasures in the secret realm, most did not catch his interest. "Stop thinking about it. Those things aren’t items you can easily come by. Even though I've become stronger, I don't dare to touch them.” "You should be around the same level as a war legate above level eight, right?" "War legate? What kind of term is that? All I can tell you is that I'm stronger than any fighter at level eight. If it weren't for those

Wenna said. “Fireheart is a legend,” said a woman from the back. “It’s just a story the people from Namandu tell their children so they won’t feel bad for not possessing any magic. Besides, Fireheart could wield lightning. No one who could wield lightning has been discovered in centuries.”

“There are two Alpha’s ruling the pack Lyra. Thus, the pack is divided into two factions, Jaspers faction and Callum’s faction. Both are at rivalry. The peace and rest of our pack rests on your shoulders Lyra. You are to select the right Alpha. And I suggest you do that rightly and quickly, or you would be putting the pack in jeopardy under a wrong leadership.” How did it happen? Two Alphas? She has to pick? What happened to the moon goddess giving to each and everyone a mate? How did her leaving for the phrontistery at the Crescent Pack turn her into being the “Merlin” of her Camelot; Moonstone pack? The questions kept running through her head. Just then, a soft knock rang through the silen

his eyes turned gold, definitely not his wolf. "You didn't" Nirson corrected but he brought a globe out and started talking to the ball. "Whatever was lost will be restored, the future is mine just like a plain board," We could have stopped him but there was this dark energy around him, the room became hotter and words louder as her wielded the globe. "My pen in one hand, the globe I'll rewrite, history be damned before another one bites the dust." His words were meaningless but they were backed with power. This was magic, dark magic. The kind I read about of Voldar the dark Lord.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Kaelen said, "not to a throne, not to a lineage, but to the Balance, I spent my life trying to be the Sun, Vesper, I forgot that the sun only exists to help things grow." I felt a shift in the child’s aura behind me, Lucian wasn't afraid, he let out a soft, melodic coo, and a thread of pure silver-gold light traveled from the cradle, across the plaza, and touched Kaelen’s forehead. A brand appeared on Kaelen’s skin, not a mark of slavery, but a shimmering, twin-ringed eclipse, "The first Solar Paladin," the Lunar Seer whispered from the edge of the crowd, her voice full of awe, "the Sun has finally found its shadow, he is the shield of the Eclipse."