Paladin Of The End Novels & Stories

The stellar‑silk tunic enveloping her defied terrestrial gravity, and in her right hand she held the Staff of Eternal Void, crowned with a prismatic diamond oozing caustic vapor capable of dissolving common metal. Flanking the ancient matriarch, six celestial paladins in heavy meteorite armor drew pure‑energy glaives, sealing any retreat toward the interior stairs. “Look at you,” the usurper hissed in a crystalline voice that vibrated in my skull like a thousand fine needles. “Barefoot, drenched in sweat and birth blood, reeking of stale mud‑wolf stench. For two millennia we scoured the cosmic bloodline to purge your ancestors’ impurity… and the Primordial Matriarch’s last seed debased herse

It raised its sword and a second after that, all the skeletons stopped moving. (Different from a death knight, this version is not only stronger but it can also use magic.) “What is that thing?” “I’ve never seen it before.” “A death knight? It looks different.” Mumbles from the people behind him were filled with their confusion. Of course they’ve never seen one. Death paladins were high ranked monsters after all. It was rare enough to meet a death knight. “That’s a death paladin. Be careful, it is strong.” A random Hunter spoke up. He was wearing a dark green cloak that covered his head, concealing a part of his face. On his chest was a Hunter tag. It was bronze, a Champion rank.

“What is it doing?” Noxaris answered softly. “Eating.” Silence. Aurelion’s expression darkened. The Father of Dragons spread his enormous wings. Golden light erupted across the heavens. “What is it?” The answer came immediately. “The End.” No one moved. No one even breathed. The End. Not a creature. Not a king. Not an enemy. An ending. Kael looked pale. “That sounds bad.” No one looked at him. Another knock echoed. The cracks became enormous.

“They’re my children.” The man looked at him. “And that is precisely the problem.” He raised one hand. Every flame in the kingdom disappeared. Lucian froze. Amara’s darkness vanished too. Aethon couldn’t move. Azrael fell to his knees. Even the First King trembled. Lucian stared at his empty hands. “What are you?” The stranger answered quietly. “I am the End.” The words echoed through every world. Eve appeared behind them, terrified. “The End…” Lucian looked at her.

“Rhea is my officer.” The room rippled with shock. Jordan stepped forward, his hand resting firmly on Rhea’s chair as if staking a claim. “This is Gamma Rhea of Golden Claw Pack!” he declared. The word struck like thunder. Gamma. Disbelief spilled across the chamber. A woman. And not just any woman, delicate, graceful, the kind most expected to be fragile. Killian barked a bitter laugh. “Gamma? You’re out of your minds! I’ve seen this girl beaten half to death by her own kin. She couldn’t even stand against her brother. How in the hell can she stand on a battlefield?”

"They believe that the world is inherently flawed, corrupted by human contact. They desire to 'restart' it, usher in the end of the current age in a cataclysm. They worship the destructive power of the cycles of ending." "And Leiran's a key to that kind of power," Crayons Arthur put down, his rifle to shoulder. "They want Leiran to hasten their 'ending moon'." The leader of the coven stepped forward, her hood falling back to reveal a face etched with ancient, unholy symbols. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly, cold light. "Sama Arthur. Guardian of the new dawn. You guard what must be unmade. The child is a convergence, a point of final power. And the Ending Moon demands its sacrifice."

“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.

Leah did not. The only fortunate thing was that their engagement had been out of love. The happiness they had once shared was just as deep as the sorrow that followed when it ended. He couldn't forget the scene of his parents’ tragic death, and revenge became the only thing driving him forward. When Leah was willing to offer him a fresh start, with ten million to begin again, he didn't hesitate. It was what the Chandlers had owed him. Wynona had always been a tool, something Zach used to cover his love for Leah, to maintain a fragile illusion of balance.

said Kira wistfully. “I still believe there is someone out there for everyone Kira. One day your prince will come,” said Amber. Annalee sighed and pulled the flower crown from her head, “Girls like us aren’t given happy endings.” Amber picked up the crown from the table and placed it back on Annalee. “No, we take them,” Amber said. “I’ll toast to that,” said Kira. They all picked up a crystal water goblet from the table. They clicked their glasses together and drank deeply. Red lipstick stains adorned their glasses like scarlet letters. Seemingly wanting to mark them for what they were. What the world thought of them. But fuck that shit.

"Are you saying..." "Anyway," The Merlin shrugs, "as I was saying, paladin is a title we give to a warrior mage, a person who is strong in both the martial and magical arts. You have to train for years in the practice of both to become an official paladin, and I trained your original incarnation." "And who was that?" She pauses, her hand on her chin, her eyes moving back and forth in the way people do when they are thinking about what to say. "How much do you know about the original myth?"