Paladin Legends Novels & Stories

“Umm…okay. Back to the main thing then. We were told that this was an attack from the notorious Ponzi Cartel that has been ravaging cities for a number of weeks now. You don’t mind telling us exactly what you—" "You were lied to, and I can promise you that" the shaken-up civilian said, even more affirmative. "Because I tell you that as far as these grey eyes of mine saw, this was the work of no Cartel. Not even a bunch of armed men or anything like that. No, this had to be some…some green lantern versus shazam versus Black Adam type of shit man. This… this wasn’t no cartel"

Adam nodded, and he took a big gulp of his bottle of beer. “The war was started out of petty greed from Seth. He was Alpha of a different pack and hated the Alpha of the Moonlit pack. He was Alpha of Alphas, he was good for his pack, made the pack wealthy and ruled fairly over all packs. Clovis was his Gamma. Seth hated him for some reason and wanted what he had. He wouldn’t be able to defeat the Moonlit pack alone, so he made a deal with humans. With their weapons, he defeated the Alpha, and now Seth was the Alpha of the two packs, and Alpha of Alphas.”, Adam said. He took a deep breath, and another big gulp of his beer.

☪ 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."

“That legend… the Red Fiona. Everyone seems so fascinated by it but. You don’t seem to care much for the story.” He stopped walking so suddenly that I almost ran into him. He turned, his gaze finally meeting mine, and it felt like being struck by lightning. His eyes were dark and intense, holding a depth I couldn’t decipher. “Legends are just stories,” he said, his voice low and firm. “They’re distractions from what’s real. You should focus on surviving here, not on fairy tales.” His words were cold, but there was something else behind them. A warning. “Surviving?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Is this place that dangerous?”

Alternatively, they traveled during the day to avoid the Pales' nocturnal hunting habits. The Pales were not agile and their hind legs, similar to those of wolves, made them slow and cumbersome. However, their pale skin was thin but durable, and they bred and formed packs like wolves, with females leading groups of up to forty individuals. Their eyes were narrow but large, allowing them to see well in the darkness of night.

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.

"So, tell me, what can they do? What kind of powers and strength do they have?" "Oh, that part?" Erezhul's eyes lit up as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I made them just a bit stronger than your usual sparring partners, like you asked. But the male one, Legion, he’s a little more advanced. I built him more like a warrior than just someone to train with. He has rare fighting skills, something dangerous and different. You can use him for sparring, sure, but he’s also perfect if you want someone to protect you or stand by your side in battle."