Paladin Of The End Novels & Stories

It was a very special day, the sun was out, the weather was great, and holy dendelions with the hint fragrance of vanilla was scattered all over the Kingdom of Alvarez. It was the coronation day, for the one and only, the chosen priest who will inherit the Power of Light . Everyone is celebrating, the Kingdom is covered with the people's smile. Noise filled the Kingdom, as people were enjoying the celebration. Today is the day, the Kingdom will now have its new protector. The Power of Light that have been in silence for thousand of years is now active and have chosen its new owner.

Nelanian nodded in agreement, recalling what he had been chanting earlier that day as he descended the hills. “Well, my name is Zegrath Reid, Former Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, and I am the Hundred and Sixth to hold the title,” the old man remarked as he turned to face the road that led back to his house. “The Council of The Watchers assigned me to be your mentor, but I can't keep teaching you while you squander my energy by erasing your memories every time. Find another mentor; I'm done with you; and you may tell The Watchers that I quit the next time you meet with them,” the old man stated. He started walking back to his house.

“No, but....” “Clean?” a Paladin with olive skin, black hair, and hazel eyes, seated at the other end of the table, asked. “No.” “Make clothes? Knit? Stitch? Take care of animals? Hunt? Fight? Anything?” another one asked in a playful tone. He had soft blue eyes, red hair, and freckles all over his face. Ayla’s shoulders slumped forward. “No.” “Then you are useless,” the Paladin from her left said. “Better feed her to the wolves. A good Myrthanian is a dead one.”

The metal was converted into new spears and daggers. Eryndor Maxwell, sensing the growing darkness, called upon his allies to prepare for the coming expected storm. Aria's pack, now seasoned veterans, stood ready and ventured into the fight, their spirits unbroken and their hearts ablaze with determination. Every new victory infused a new spirit and the number of the Eryndor kept increasing day by day The stage was set for a final, apocalyptic confrontation. The forces of good, led by Eryndor and his allies, would clash with the forces of darkness in a battle that would decide the fate of the world.

Tears roll down her cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “I was thinking about bald eagles.” “Bald eagles?” I raise an eyebrow. “Bald eagles make you cry?” “They used to be endangered. But they’re not anymore. They’re so majestic and beautiful and I’m just so happy they’re not endangered anymore.” I don’t mean to laugh, but dammit, she’s so fucking adorable. “Remember how you said it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to experience drunk-Quinn?”

He dared not stay long in the Endlos for fear of triggering the restriction. The young man continued to elaborate on the latest happenings in the Endlos. “Currently, there are several cultivators who have achieved the Chaos Completare Rank across the Endlos. One of them is Zaden Dalibor, the new lord of Endlos. Madam Thea, the Human Raceʼs matron, and Taran Zach have also advanced into the Chaos Completare Rank.”

In his hand was a spear made of pure sunlight, the weapon of a Council Paladin. "Found you," the giant boomed. His voice sounded like grinding metal. Jax, the General, didn't hesitate. He swung his massive axe, but the Paladin moved with impossible speed. With a flick of his spear, he sent Jax flying into the stone wall. Jax hit the ground and didn't move. "General!" I screamed. Zade stood up, his shadows flaring, but his body was still weak from the poison. He stepped in front of me, his fangs bared. "You’re a long way from the Capital, tin man."

“The first Adam, and once a deity in his own accord, chosen by the flame of Leo that holds the seven flames of existence. The prince and her knight, Raiden Cross.” With the truth that she now holds and the tarots that pertain to the two, everything ended as the words echo. “Well then, how will you end this world of yours, Pauleen?”

"What do you mean?" "Just what I said. I heard Dagon myself, all of his brothers are after her, and once he discovers her, so will their father." A silence settled over the group. It was broken by Holly. "I really hate being talked about like I don't exist. Can you please explain what's going on? The Four Horsemen herald the end of the world, don't they? Why would they want anything to do with me?" "Your soul," Lachesis answered. "Holly, you're you, but your soul has lived many lifetimes now. It makes you a target to those that devour souls."