Paladin Of The End Novels & Stories

They patrol and guard the pack lands and are expected to continue until they're either too old or injured irreparably and then they're allowed to take on other roles, like Mr Lars, who lost both his legs in the attack that killed Alpha Eligor's mother a few years before I was born. I can't wait to graduate and get out of here, that's if I can think of a good enough reason to take to Alpha Eligor. I need to convince him to give his permission for me to leave. I could run away without it, but I'd be cast out as a rogue, forbidden to come back and even though our views differ drastically, I love my family and I'd still like to visit them, even if I don't want to live here. 'Do you need somethin

"Whoever this girl is Valkyrie, she is no friend of yours, and she an enemy to the throne(s). Your thrones." I stretched my neck, trying to get the stiffness out. "Yeah," I said quietly. "You're right. She is." I looked up at him, and when I did, I mentally shrank. "And Hemidall, that makes me really sick to my stomach, for all the things, that are to come." "You're the best we got." He smiled, his rough voice sounding calm. Soothing even. "Even with the darkness that surrounds you, and your lovers, all of you, are our best hope."

Now the times had just flown by so fast. My mother died, Dalia's dad mixed up with some bad company and got her in this mess with St. Laurent and died. Kane accepted the change. It still spooked me everytime he smiled and the tips of his fangs showed. All I had were my friends. My people My family. Dalia and I had been inseparable since kindergarten days and then we had sealed the bond with Kane during our beginning days at the Fangs Academy. They have held me strong in tough times.

Your bravery and fortitude have brought relief. This palm is our debt to you. Queen Endora bowed her head and softened her look. Lorcan, the palm is ours. It is evidence of the courage and tenacity of every fighter. We overcame the darkness by uniting and standing together. Her remarks echoed loudly, serving as a reminder that teamwork rather than individual bravery was what led to our victory. Every individual, every immolation, had contributed significantly to our victory. Dark magic could not defeat the tie we had created and the will that had propelled us.

“Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.” He really was convinced that I was a gold digger. I chuckled and murmured, “Too bad I can’t go, but William, I wish you and Jennifer a happy life together from the bottom of my heart." Suddenly, a powerful force pulled me in. When I regained consciousness, I saw Jennifer and a man dressed in a robe. The man was holding a wooden cross and chanting under his breath. There was a table in front of him with a white porcelain urn on it. It was my urn.

Saelin murmured. Elise looked at her. “No,” she said. “Endings aren’t allowed anymore.” She stepped into the threshold, cloak sweeping behind her, and vanished. Saelin followed, a heartbeat later. And from far above, in a chamber lined with mirrors, Elder Everglade lit his final candle. Not as a prayer. As a signal. The Hollow had promised him a kingdom. But he had forgotten— The Hollow keeps no kings. Only vessels. And now the game was ending. And the girl? She wasn’t running anymore. She was coming.

"The glass breaks, the poison consumes her, and your precious Pawn dies in your arms within two minutes." I choked on a breath, a terrible burning sensation spreading from my collarbone down toward my heart. The dark purple light under my skin was glowing brighter, fighting against the gold crescent moon mark. It felt like liquid fire in my veins. "What do you want?" Kaelen demanded through gritted teeth. His heavy hands were still pressed against my bleeding chest, trying to force his own Alpha energy into my body to keep me alive. "A simple trade," Lyra said with a cold, triumphant smile. "Banish the rogue’s brother from the Northern Realm forever, execute Marcus for his attack, and name m

"The Caller is waking." The words landed like thunder. The Heart raised both hands. Silver power surged through the sanctuary. Trying to stabilize reality. Trying to hold everything together. But the cracks continued spreading. The End spoke again. Its voice no longer calm. No longer patient. Desperate. "Now you understand." The shadow stretched across the chamber. "This was never about defeating me." Another tremor. More cracks. More silver light. The sanctuary groaned. The End's voice echoed through the chaos. "The choice is whether you save the dream..."

“See how that ends for you.” “Don’t need to try. Just need to do this.” He raised his hand. Closed it into a fist. Killian dropped again. Screaming. Purple flooding back into his eyes. “STOP IT!” I threw blood straight at the guy. He caught it. Crushed the silver in his fist like it was tissue paper. “Cute. But useless on me.” “What even are you?” Lila gripped her knives tighter. “You’re not normal.” “Nope. I’m what happens when Black Moon finishes perfecting the curse.” He smiled. “I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.”

"He thinks humans are disposable. If he keeps you around, it's to control you. If he kills you, it's to prove a point." "Tell me something I don't know," I mutter, biting the inside of my cheek to keep my composure from crumbling completely. Fuck. I'm not gonna cry. No, I won't. "If I let him break you," Evan continues, stepping back just half an inch, giving me space, "then he wins another piece of this palace. I'm not letting him have you." I stare at him, mouth half open as his words sink in. It's not a complete answer. It's not even a nice one. It's cold, calculated, and totally wrapped up in his own twisted war with Alaric.