Paladin's Handbook Novels & Stories

"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 tugged at my shoulder bag, trying to place my hands on my phone which I had kept in it, while still trying to keep my eyes on the rocky floor surface as I approached the high-end walls of Peter’s estate. They were as tall as that of Jericho in the Bible based on description, and I wondered how he survived, not being able to see outside of the building. The high rocky walls, intricate human and animal designs on the walls, and the complex building plan of the large duplex in which he lived gave off some sort of suspicion about his hideous personality. After mindlessly searching for my phone, my hands caught it and I quickly took it out, securing it with the sides of my palm to prevent it fr

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.

Although he never really admitted that to himself, he just thought of something to do in order to settle this negotiation in a more acceptable way. "If you are still adamant of leaving your chance behind, I am telling you, that ability will not help that much in fighting Beasts, as a Paladin do. Moreover, you still haven't figured out the extent and flaws of it. How much mana can it defend you from? In what exchange does it come with?" "I. . I know." Serina smiled, a genuine one this time, which the darkness concealed from the young man's sight. "I am certain you know the forest as much as I do, so. . ."

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

I set my toothbrush down and walked back to the bedroom. My backpack still sat on the floor. I grabbed it and dumped the contents onto the bed. Seven books tumbled out, spines cracked and pages worn. The Bloodline Codex landed on top. I pushed that one aside. I'd read enough of it for now. My fingers traced over the other titles. Advanced Elemental Manipulation. Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. Bloodlines and Power. Then I found it.The Spellweaver's Handbook

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

I managed to ask my gaze drawn to the wolf's. The wolf's growl rang true in my mind. It chuckled making a menacing and mocking sound. "The grimoire is central to your journey. Whether you accept it or not it is a part of your destiny." I shook my head a defiant gesture in the face of impending doom. "I refuse to be defined by it" I said my voice firmer than I was. "I won't let my life be controlled by some ancient mystical text." "And what do you think my role is in all this?"

A robe fit for a paladin! Felix took a step towards the armor, and suddenly the voice of Saint Ingleis, well known to the trio, filled the air: - You have passed the test, young knight. Your heart is full of goodness, and your thoughts are pure and noble. You are ready to sacrifice everything for friends and love. This is a virtue worthy of more than just a warrior - a paladin who has set foot on the path of Light. Accept these humble gifts with humility and dignity. Felix whispered words of gratitude to the invisible spirit, and suddenly cried out with delight: near the “gifts” lay horse harness, made to match the armor.

"Each of us is more or less specialists in one field or another. However, finding your magic should be much easier for a Prince." Holly wasn't sure she trusted those words, but at this point all she could do was trust. The magic was going to be the only defense against Dagon's brothers and she was in no hurry to meet any more of them.