Saihate No Paladin Novels & Stories

“This is Regal Palace, the number one organization in the world! “You’re nothing compared to Leviathan Sect. Trash, absolute trash!” “Is that so?” As Barbarian spoke, a huge punch came crashing into him, sending him flying. He crashed onto the ground and felt pain in his chest. Then, struggling to his feet, he saw a man with a tattoo on his face, standing right in front. He was the assailant. “Who are you?” “Eighteen Generals of Regal Palace, Phantom Dragon.” “Eighteen Generals of Regal Palace?”

"I'll be back soon. Don't burden yourself with anything." He bent down and kissed her temple before walking out of the room followed by Minahil who was smiling from ear to ear. "Whatever your deal is with Liam. You need to know he is just a kid. He doesn't deserve your unreasonable hate." "I suggest you shut up, you have said enough for the day," he rejoindered. He was a fairly handsome man in his late forties. Cladded in expensive things from head to toe but he had a rusty unkind heart. _______________

’I have some quick business to attend to,so take a shower and get yourself ready, and I will return when you are finished. Wow, being a dragon’s mate would take some getting used to. Madchen knew Drago was a force to be reckoned with, but ordering her around? She would have to talk to her best friend, Nick.he would have advice on how to handle a possessive dragon, and she would have to change. Being a shy, diminutive woman wasn’t helping her position. She had to learn to stand up for herself.

I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down. I had a reputation— I was known to be the Shadow. The best sniper/hitman in the whole world. I take money from people to kill whoever they wanted me to, without asking questions. I didn't care as long as I was getting the money. I was feared. The simple mention of my name would make people tremble in fear. I was known to be a heartless, cold and fearless sniper who never misses his target. Cedric was only wasting my time by arguing with me for a damn seat. I had other jobs to do, other places to be, more important things to do than arguing with that bitch who was currently standing in front of me with two glasses of wine in his h

CHAPTER TWO Paige’s POV That voice, “Hello Midget” I froze in place as soon as I met his gaze. Knox Tatum, AKA my best friend's brother and the one person I hated. He had changed a lot. Knox looked like a walking Greek god. I drank the whole sight in. He was over 6’3, towering over my 5’6 frame, his thick black hair always perfectly styled. His button-down top did little to hide just how muscular he was. Years of playing hockey had definitely sculpted his build. I couldn't help but notice he now has full-sleeve tattoos disappearing into his top. Everything about him screamed wealth and power.

Just as I felt the powerful surge of adrenaline propelling me forward, a forceful hand yanked me to the ground—none other than Brian, his grip firm yet desperate as he restrained me. "I, Brian Knight, future Alpha of the High Moon Pack, reject Michelle Howard as my fated mate," he declared, his voice steady yet cold. The words hung around me like a storm cloud, dark and foreboding, and they pierced through me with an intensity that felt like a sharp blade thrust into my heart. A wave of anguish coursed through my veins, and I struggled to breathe as the reality of his rejection settled around me like a heavy blanket.

“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.”

“Hey Mr. Hero, this girl is our possession. So, it's better that you leave her to us only.” Hiya felt petrified hearing his threat while Ahil least bothered by his false hollow words hits hard on the man he was holding on, and he falls on ground subconsciously.

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

"Did you guys think you could just come in and try to blackmail her to give herself up? I'm not going to allow that." "How are you going to stop me?" he demanded. "Aren't you just another reaper?" Her eyes sparkled and she smirked as the glitter on her skin sparkled and glowed. "Oh, no, honey. I'm no reaper. I'm a Fate. And Holly is my friend. I don't like it when people pick on my friends." He shrugged. "Then if she refuses I'll kill her loved ones off one by one, it makes no difference to me. This is a war, and I'm always the winner in those."