Paladin Legends Novels & Stories

Sophia POV "Not that different." I cut him off. "For example, depending on the RPG you pick up, there are wizards, sorcerers, druids, bards and various classes that use magic. One of the things I find coolest is when there are paladins, after all, what's better than walking around with a symbol saying that the God you serve has given you powers? Officially." I smiled. "Anyway... What I mean is that I have a lot of experience in making plans to destroy a city or assassination attempts. At least in theory."

"The night is cold, and the moon is shining beautifully tonight. I guess the goddess must be smiling down upon us, eh?" "Let's just get this delivery over with. I always hate coming out here every now and then," the Legion's comrade said, looking displeased after what he said. "If we leave early, let me treat you to something interesting. I hope you're not opposed to boys? Or are you female exclusive?" The Legion's comrade pursed his lips as he looked at his comrade, his head shaking with the gentle strides of the horse he rode. "Your debauchery knows no bounds," the Legion shook his head. His comrade laughed and looked behind them.

Storm took his hand in a handshake and…. “Mother fucker!!!,” The man shouted, snapping his palm away from Storm’s hold eyes wide. Mother fucker indeed. She stared at her palm, still tingling from the painful zap she had felt from Blue’s touch and suddenly she was propelled down memory lane, just about twenty-four hours ago when she had felt this same thing. In the Alpha’s room, while he was sitting bare-chested staring up at her with cold eyes as she explained how her herbs could heal his wounds instantly.

she said, and it makes me wanted to plucker her eyes out. She laughs evilly. I look behind the trees and saw rogues. They are the rogues that wanted to take over my throne and rules. “What do you want!” I ask and growls. “Woah, I wanted your souls.” My eyes widen. Is she a soul eater? So the myth is true? The only Legendary Luna can beat a soul eater. I shook my head. Savanah is pregnant, and I will not let her do it. “Why West? You will not let that weakling Luna of yours to fight me?” She smirks.

It was basically accepting that you are no longer your person. In contrast, being nurtured by a large clan was a different situation. Such individuals were called ‘Legacies’ and unlike disciples, their relationship with the clan could be best described as a business transaction. The clan did their best to grow them into the most potent of beasts, and they lent their names our to the clan in return. The weight of their names was enough to boost the authority and standing of the clan so that others dared not mess with them. That meant that Legacies were individuals of unparalleled talent. If they grew to match their potential, they were called ‘Crowns’. Galbraith was one of them; hence his mon

Most likely, their relationship was one akin to a mother and a son. Sitting back, he sighed, "Your actions were very timely. At the very least, even though we couldn't humiliate him with the low-level gladiator, the white knight wouldn't act with a light hand." The white knight was a title bestowed to the most promising paladin in training. Their titles would evolve to white paladin once they were accepted in the order. The white paladins were the strongest in the church and formed the white cross. It was equal to the black cross, the strongest squad under the royal family.

’ the Diplomat challenged the young entrepreneur. ‘Gold and Emeralds are doing well at the international market; they are fetching quiet a fortune. You know the Kalene Hills have shown traces of oil as well,’ she said. ‘Anyway, I have no words, but you know this thing is like cancer, once it attacks, it never stops. You want more and more until only God knows where you end,’ Ima said conceding.

"If any of you are Krim, I am going to rip you in half, just know that." "Why do you have a problem with Krim?" Ruby demanded as she pushed the others out of the way. "Who are you even?" Dagon laughed. "Just one of the Hell Princes, are you sure you want to get on my bad side right now? I really don't want to have to deal with you reapers too much." "Hell Princes?" Ruby frowned. "Are you the one that Lust mentioned?" "That would be me," Dagon bowed. "Dagon, Prince of Pestilence. It's why I created the seven sins."

"We selected twelve pureblood females. High-ranking. Excellent breeding stock. Strong wolves who can command respect from the border patrols. Choose one to accompany you to the summit. Just for appearances." Grabbing the edge of the leather binder, I flipped it open. Glossy photographs stared back at me. Women in expensive dresses, their pack lineages listed in neat bullet points beneath their smiling faces. It looked exactly like a livestock catalog. "You don't want a Luna." Tearing the first page out of the metal rings, I crumpled the thick paper in my fist. "You want a breeding mare." "We want stability!" Silas argued.

Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment. The dark haired woman, Gayla, was there, along with the huge man who held her back, as well as the handsome lanky African American man, who could be no older than Madchen herself. .From what Madchen could gather, anyone who crossed these loyal mercenaries would not live to tell the tale. She shuddered at the thought of the things these people had done to avenge and save others, for they were not the gentle kind, and she was honored to be in their presence. At the head of the rectangular bamboo table sat a middle aged woman