Paladin's Hope Novels & Stories

being happy about each other's path. “1... 2... 3...Clear...” Being fine ... “Raise the voltage!” ...when you see them walk away from your life. But, me... “Her heartbeat is getting too slow.” ... I'll come with him... We'll end up together again. We'll be happy. He is waiting for me... My hope is not here... I am... Blair... and this is my own happy ending. “Ms. Blair Novak. Time of death May 4, 2020, 9:00 pm.”

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I know I was fucked up, but it didn't do any better when these creatures found their way to my home and dragged me out, only to throw me into chaos with a handful of their crazy siblings who I don't know how always bring the best out of a situation where all I can see is gray everywhere around me. "Any updates so far?" Logan leads me toward the table where our group is chatting and taking snapshots on their phones. Before taking my seat, I shook my head. "No, but they are still here." He passes me a drink, "Waiting for the order then?" "I don't take orders to. . . kill." I gave him a knowing look. Making sure no one could hear us, I leaned onto him. "Merely waiting for someone big to come an

“Only stones. Only promises. If you want this, you choose it every day.” Hope stepped forward. She didn’t wear Luna’s scars, but she carried them. Palm already marked from the Circle ritual. Hair braided with red thread — the color of bleeding moons. “I choose it,” she said. Not loud. Just sure. “I choose to sit with bleeding wolves. I choose to let moons be messy. I choose to stay.” The wolves howled. Not for a queen. For a keeper. The first year of Hope’s reign was quiet. Not because nothing happened. Because she listened first.

"Dylan knows that Erick knows that..." "I can't condemn him, Kendrick. Not rationally." I listened to Hope's voice and twisted my mouth, still isn't letting go. "I've accepted that Dylan is my Mate. I hate the Gods for condemning an innocent man to the future that awaits him, a future that has no happy ending." I pulled my face away enough to look into Hope's eyes, there is a sadness there. "I will not survive the end of this war." Hope stated and I know she believes it, and there is some truth there, something that Night seems to know because Night could feel the power that carried.

“Not like this. If we lead with force, they’ll see Magnus in you. We have to show them something different, something the council won’t expect.” His eyes searched mine. “And what’s that?” “Hope,” I whispered. “The kind that doesn’t come from orders or blood oaths but from choice.” He was silent, but I felt it, the flicker of understanding between us, the same flame that had burned since the day we first defied fate. Later, when night fell, I stood again on the balcony. The valley shimmered with torchlight, hundreds of flames swaying like stars fallen to earth. Somewhere down there, wolves worked tirelessly to build what the goddess had commanded. And yet, all I could think of was the price.

The Emotional Ransom Clara felt a wave of nausea. "Redundant? You’re talking about billions of people. You’re talking about my daughter." "Hope is a remarkable asset," Sterling said, his voice softening into a terrifying mimicry of fatherly pride. "She’s the only one who can facilitate the final handshake. That’s why you’re here, Clara. You are the Collateral." He tapped a holographic console, and a image appeared in the center of the room. It was Hope, standing on the pier in Port Trinity, looking up at the sky. But she wasn't alone. The silver-moss on her terminal was turning a violent, sickly gold.

He took out a wooden sword and turned around, dispelling the flowers. "I'm not here to play! I considered you my rival, I admired you, and you promised that one day we would become the best rivals in the world... But I heard that you left your party to stay in the village." Hope is a young emissary from the Hero branch, like Leon, but also my friend and rival. We often trained together and had even done a few missions together. I knew him as a proud person, and a friend, sometimes annoying but not hateful, I had also tried a few times to recruit him to replace me in our team but he always refused, considering that rivals should always be in teams different. But honestly, I had only recognize

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Hunter looked at the hand on shoulder and then to the man reaching out. “Do you really believe that?” “I know it.” In those deep purple eyes, hidden from the flickering light of the lamp by Poe’s shadow, Poe saw a stab of light, a brief flare of regret and sorrow that only Poe could recognize. Hunter turned his gaze aside. “So, there is little hope,” he said after the stillness had become uncomfortable. “There is always hope.” If will fight for you, but we both know the odds. The best we can hope for is to have your powers stripped from you—and we can only do that if it is found that someone was tampering with your mind, and for that we will need proof.

The ranch was technically Carter's, but he'd given her the space to make it all about kids. Mia had all sorts of amazing ideas for this place. She wanted foster kids to come and learn tools to make their lives better, to give them confidence, and mostly a place to belong. Mountain Hope Ranch in Silver Springs was going to change a lot of kids' lives for the better, Laura knew it in her bones.