Paladin Legends Novels & Stories

"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

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

☪ Author's Note: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. Please bear with me, because we bare bears. Just kidding…Enjoy! ☪ ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ [ Magia, a place with four great and mighty kingdoms and a living legend about the moon. The moon in this fascinating world is not only one, seven is the total number of it made by Bathala. However, many years have passed and only one is left to shed light on the region.

Kaen promised as he spun his fork in his hand. " *Sighs* Fine..... I'm not done eating anyway." V4 sighs as he withdraws his sword and sits back down. Kagome and Akari were surprised at V4's actions but eventually sat back down as well. " You could describe a Version as a Paladin. They are unknown to all other kinds, they live in the shadows keeping a watchful eye to ensure the balance of the world is kept. As you all know, there are 6 gods and this continent is close to the heart of the world which is the source of all life."

Knowing that she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I turned to look at Vlad. “What is he talking about?” “I didn’t realize it until now, but I thought there was something familiar about you. Since I didn’t see your husband, I thought I had the wrong person. In the game, you and your husband are known as legends. You two are the only ones to progress so quickly, without a large group. Everyone calls you two the Black and White Knights of Arcane Realm.” I wanted to laugh at his explanation. Right now, I wished that Luka were here to hear this. It was slightly fitting, as our outfits were rare and looked like a Knight. Returning my attention to Nicole, I could see that she wasn’t pleased abou

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.

I muttered, tugging at the hem of the impossibly short dress Mary had squeezed me into. The fabric shimmered under the streetlights, catching every neon reflection like an oil slick. Mary swatted my hand away. "You look hot, Em. Own it." We stood in line outside Club Enigma, the bass from inside thrumming through the sidewalk. The club's facade was sleek black marble, no windows, just a single steel door guarded by a mountain of a man holding a tablet. "I feel like I'm auditioning for a part in a bad spy movie," I grumbled, fidgeting with the ornate mask Mary had tied around my eyes. "What's with the masks, anyway?"

"I challenge you to a duel." Gasps filled the hall as the young nobles and apprentices heard Yaron Clan's leader challenge someone to a duel. Some wore excited expressions and the others were simply shocked. The elders in particular were speechless. "The lord will duel with Lady Zavebe. Did I hear it right?" the youngest elder blurted out as he looked around with wide eyes. "Yes," Lucian answered. A quiet cheer erupted from the nobles. Lucian was a legend. He was a promising martial artist and elemental user in his teens. He ranked first in his generation during friendly competitions. Later, he was promoted to a clan leader at a very young age and he made history.

“You did. But not everything.” There was a long pause. Then, quietly: “Did I love you?” It hit like a blade to the gut. I swallowed. “You chose me. Even when you knew what you’d lose.” Callum nodded faintly. “Then I must have. In a way that mattered.” We didn’t touch. Not yet. But it was a beginning. By noon, Paladin had vanished. His message was simple: Too many eyes. Burn the place. Go dark. He left a cache of gear behind—new IDs, encrypted comlinks, burner cards, and an old leather-bound journal filled with codes, names, and coordinates. A lifeline stitched from shadows.