Paladin's Hope Novels & Stories

Something inside it looked rotten, and thick red sap poured out into the sea, leaving the water dark and oily. “Mommy, my hands!” Hope’s shout broke through everything. June’s heart nearly stopped. There was Hope, just five, standing by the water. Her little fingers turning black—and still she wasn’t crying. She just stared at the rising Black Sun on the horizon, eyes wide and empty. “It’s calling me,” Hope whispered, that small voice rasping like dry leaves in the wind. “The Reaper says the memories are lies. He says humans just hurt each other. He says darkness is the only truth.”

"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.

Thus no one can dare regain the Throne. The speaker completed with drums and barrells ringing as the Dictator's followers rejoiced on their Victory. However the crowd had went still while everyone tried absorbing this piece of Information. People of Orbloem were disheartened to the level where wails of cries were heard. Their only hope, their Precious Princess was no more. Memories were still afresh of how the young King and Queen waved at them, standing at the same place while Young Princess was nestled in her Mother's arms. She was as beautiful and delicate as the Rose.

Golden Boy jumped in and hit the ultimate provoke-skill! [Drama alert! Fight! Fight! Fight!] [Is anyone else wondering who the MC is rooting for?] Who do I want to win? Frankly… I want neither of them to lose. One has perfect hands. One has perfect chest muscles. If either of them gets damaged, I would be the one heartbroken. …If only they were the same person. Sigh. Wait. WAIT. A thought struck me like a divine revelation. I stared at Dominus. Then at the blond guy.

At last, my fingers flew across the screen, sending a message into the night. Staring at the white walls above me, a sudden flash of clarity swept through my mind. It was as if a weight had lifted. Born into a family like mine, with a father like him, I had always tried to save as many people as I could. What more could I expect in return? Maybe I was simply born to pay back the Chandlers.