Absolute Obedience Manhwa Novels & Stories

I fight for what is right, for the harmony we once knew and can still reclaim. Now the time for the true clash has come. Lina and I are competing for dominance. But unlike before, I sense my body forced to lower itself. Lina is much stronger than before. She snarls fiercely, heightening her dominance even more. Despite utilizing every ounce of strength in my body, I kneel before Lina's dominance. Everyone around us stops and watches as Lina stands before me, and I bow my head, crushed by her dominance.

I must look convincing to him, “You are a good girl afterall, huh?“ Prick. Let him believe he holds all control over me. His next command has me hesitating for a moment, “On your knees, precious.” It's ridiculous but my wolf complies to his authoritative tone of voice. That’s our rank course, to be submissive and meek. We must show obedience without questioning authority. That’s what got me into this mess to begin with. Suddenly my memory transports me to the past and my mind reels back to where this path started six years ago.

A sanctuary free from the darkness and blood sacrifices, a haven where love and joy will flourish, and fear will be banished forever," I declared passionately, observing determination kindle in their eyes as they regarded me with respect. "Until now, the prophecy of the true King seemed like false hope, but last night, we witnessed its truth. We will follow you to the ends of the earth, King Ashgar. You need not plead with us; we are at your service, Your Majesty," they proclaimed in unison in the Isbec tongue, all kneeling before me. Though I couldn't see all their faces, I sensed their collective gesture of baring their necks—a symbol of respect, allegiance, and connection. Today, I wasn't

I wasn't sure and that is another point where I embraced fragments of my daydream. The beta had said obedience and submission…I thought it was a simple thing to do until I got to the Alpha's house fully. Obedience and submission to the Alpha meant something else. Something too strong for a eighteen-year-old I was enslaved from all fronts and I lost my dignity. What I was ashamed of became a norm—because, in the Alpha's dictionary, obedience and submission mean zero pride, shame, and freedom. Why was I even still breathing?

He stared down at his hand, watching the dual-elemental mana play across his fingers before dissolving into the air. "Did you feel that?" Lyra whispered, her voice trembling with emotional joy. "That was a strong one." Caelum couldn't speak for several seconds. The mighty Obsidian King, who had faced down dark armies and ancient monsters without a flicker of hesitation, looked completely undone by a tiny kick from his child. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against her stomach, his large hands cupping the sides of her waist with supreme reverence.

Those deep blue eyes held a steely promise; defiance would not be tolerated. “Mate?” I just about managed to squeak out. Ignoring me he continued, “Keep quiet and do not cause any trouble. Obey me and perhaps I will reconsider your usefulness to me.” He released his iron grip on my chin and returned to his desk, effectively dismissing me. I didn’t move, my body suddenly cold in the absence of the heat that radiated from him. My brain on the other hand was racing with confusion and outrage. “Jace.” I jumped about a foot in the air as the idiot Alpha called for his man.

"I was tortured for three miserable years. You call that protection?" The majestic voice fell silent for a moment. "Severe psychological trauma has been detected as a result of your experience within the novel world. As compensation, in addition to your standard completion reward, an extra premium privilege—Absolute Will—has been granted to you." "What does that mean?" "It means that from this moment on, any attempt to manipulate or mislead you through psychological, emotional, or verbal means will be completely nullified. You are now permanently immune to manipulation." I froze. Permanently immune to manipulation…

One kiss would ruin us both. But I’m a little drunk. A little reckless. And so goddamn tired of following the rules that keep me locked in this invisible cage. I want to be free. To feel something real. His forehead touches mine. “You don’t have a choice, my Ombra. You're a submissive. That's your life,” Aiden whispers back, his breath warm and laced with vodka. That breaks my spell.

"That in The Order, obedience is not selective. It does not clock out at night. It isn't deferred by night dreams." I swallowed. "So you wake me to make a point?" "Yes," he told me quietly. "And you will do as I tell you because I'm in charge here. And when I tell you to come, where and when it is, you will come. That's what you signed up for." The air pulsed around us with the authority of his words. And I, God preserve my soul, I didn't protest. He stared at me. "You can still refuse,but remember, every offense has a penalty."

“You use your fingers. Now.” He waited, his eyes daring me to disobey. My hands, cold and clumsy, finally lifted to the silk tunic. The fabric was fine, slippery, and warm from his skin. I fumbled with the knot at his waist, my fingertips brushing the taut, muscled skin of his abdomen. The small, electric shock of the contact made me withdraw my hand instantly. Kael caught my wrist. His grip was firm, not painful, but utterly unbreakable. “Don’t pull away,” he commanded, his eyes burning into mine. “Every touch, every moment you spend near me, is a privilege you must earn with perfect obedience. You will learn to be comfortable with your servitude, Omega.”