Paladin Of The End Novels & Stories

The cold and thin hair barely affected him as he dived into the crowd of harbingers, transforming into his Paladin form just before reaching the ground. “Dance of the Paladin.” He ran past them in a flurry of movement, stepping between them quickly and slashing through their chests. They dropped to the ground, save for one, smaller than the rest. It floated in the air, as if sizing up its opponent. It stretched its hand out and an orb appeared in it, it was small and purple, pulsating softly. The orb hovered in the hands of the harbinger for a while before it swung its hands around, the orb releasing a wide arc of energy. Willow dodged effortlessly, entering the blind spot of the harbinger.

over, he saw that it was the eighteen-year-old Willow crying. “Shawn, how did you end up like this?” she asked. She walked over and hugged him. “Look at you. You have so many spots on you now. You said that we’re going to be together forever, but you’re going to die now. How can we still be together?” He started crying outside his dream, though he did not know whether he was crying about the fact that he was about to die or whether it was because he could no longer be with Willow.

The land itself groaned beneath their feet. The rift pulsed like a heart, veins of black light spiderwebbing out into the soil. “Hold formation,” Kieran barked. Elizabeth stepped forward, her golden aura flaring. Solbrand gleamed, hungry for battle. And then, Something stepped through. Tall. Slender. A silhouette of thorns and starlight. Its voice boomed in their minds. “She burns with the Flame of the End. She must be unmade.” Kieran didn’t wait.

The newcomer looked mildly apologetic. "Sorry." Raven immediately supported Ethan. "What did you do?" "Nothing." The answer sounded honest. Which somehow made it worse. The Endwalker moved closer. "Why return?" The newcomer looked at it for several seconds. Then answered quietly. "Because you were wrong." Silence crushed the battlefield. The Endwalker's expression remained unreadable. But something changed behind its eyes. The newcomer continued. "You saw suffering and concluded existence should end." He looked around at the ruined sanctuary. The fractured sky.

He asked me not to be so paranoid and petty. It was the first time he and I had a cold war. It lasted for a whole month and ended with him giving in to me. He promised to stop favoring Ruby and to keep his distance from her. However, it still bothered me. Ruby's existence was like a sword hanging over my head, and it had finally fallen! Coming back to my senses from the memories, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and pondered, 'This is a good thing. Be decisive. I will never be hurt by love again. I will be my parents' little princess again once I return to the prairie.'

Eden smiled—a small, fierce curve of lips, sharpened by trials and resolve. The fire inside her would never be extinguished. Because some battles last a lifetime. And some fires burn brightest after the storm. --- THE END

"The consecration should prevent such adaptation against divine intervention." Captain Vorn maintained professional focus despite growing confirmation regarding anticipated ineffectiveness. "Forward units engage with blessed weaponry," he ordered, signalling soldiers positioned across the bridge's width to advance with silver-enhanced swords and spears. "Maintain formation integrity without individual isolation." The Paladin Guard moved with practiced coordination, their training representing the realm's finest martial tradition beyond conventional forces. Blessed armour gleamed with ceremonial enhancement suggesting divine protection against supernatural corruption. Their expressions reflec

I have my own treasure room now and I'm slowly filling it. Bastian recovered the chalice and the painting that Laryn swears he will steal away someday. I want no reminders of the day I burned. Though being dragon is the best possible outcome, the memory of the pain is too great. Laryn comes down low and covers me. Ecstasy floods my senses. When the blue light of our release explodes, the entire sky fills with different shades of blue flame. This time the light is slightly different, but I just can't place my finger on it. One thing I absolutely know is that Laryn will need to begin constructing our nest.

I would be forever lost if anything happened to him. "Princess," she began, "you're the last Daughter of Eve, the descendant of our saviour, Shannon. The dagger you pulled out from the Alpha's chest was no ordinary dagger." She picked up the dagger from the floor and placed it horizontally in her palms. "This is Endor, a weapon formed from Lilith's breath, the sea serpent. Any supernatural creature who gets stabbed with this blade to the heart will die in hours. No one has the power to remove the blade, except the descendant of Shannon. Any other person who tries to remove it will only drive the blade deeper into the victims heart."

The woman leaned forward with the slightest clink of chains. “I suppose it’s been years,” she said. “And I was executed.” Alessia finally stepped closer. The woman smiled wider. “Hello, Alessia,” she purred. “You look just like your mother at that age.” Kael froze. “Her… mother?” Rian made a strangled noise. “N-no… that can’t… she can’t be—” The woman bowed her head slightly. “I am Selene Endymion,” she said elegantly. “Former Solaris General, an Advisor to the High Monarch, a War criminal, and a Traitor.”