Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

Something that was all my doing. The painful grunt that forces a man I once feared and called Gamma to his knees makes my blood freeze, the look of promised terror that awakens in his eyes, invisible to everyone else. They lived sheltered lives within a wall, they didn't know the plague that could certainly reduce this place to rubble with just one howl. Herberus marches onto the large platform looking as arrogant as ever with his horde of useless guards and money thieves, a coniving smile on his face that hyponotises the people, but I know better.

They couldn’t challenge Androkles openly, not after the arena, and the Houses had witnessed his ascension and Eugenius’ humiliation. They couldn’t demand Chara back without provoking Hades and exposing the rot Eugenius left behind. So, they had turned their bitterness sideways. Cowards always found an angle. Worms with helmets, all of them. I read the final line twice. Lady Ismene remains the most visible vulnerability in the new Ares household. My claws pricked the parchment. Anicetus noticed, because of course he did. “Androkles honored the record,” I said. “He did,” Anicetus replied calmly. “Publicly and properly.”

“Melody is only the vessel. The true name is Euthanasiá, the false moon.” The forest seemed to still, as if listening. Elara continued, voice heavy with ancient memory. “He is not a woman. Not Truly… Euthanasiá is a fallen GOD. He believed that my Mother, the Moon Goddess had no right to her powers, that no female should wield such dominion over the worlds.” Damian stared, speechless.

"Now, you act like you despise me. Sofia, I am showing a hint of interest in you, be obedient. At that time, I might consider dating you after you've left Finn in the dust." Hubert looked down at Annie from above, his disdain evident. Annie had intended to walk away from the conversation, brushing off this exchange, but Hubert's words were too offensive to ignore. She couldn't help but want to lash out at him. "Oh, I see now that you're not only blind but also deaf. I mentioned it while at Finn's place—I was blind before; that's why I thought you were perfect." "I'm not blind anymore. And obviously, I have no desire to associate with someone as repulsive and morally bankrupt as you."

The very notion repeats itself in my mind ad nauseam. “You got a fucking problem mate?” the loathsome creature snaps, the malicious odour around him intensifying as his mind runs through all the contemptible yet hilarious ways he would love to put me in my place. It amuses me how the most sadistic of humans are also the most stupid. Their inability to feel humility or empathy gives them a warped sense of self; a grandiose reflection that impedes them from seeing the dangers they willingly put themselves in. Dangers I feel no compulsion to warn them about.

I had hoped it would grant him the strength he needed to protect his own pack from an imminent threat, but his plans had crumbled before him. “You knew this all along and you allowed me command every of my men who had died to pick it up??” I barked at the physician, my face red with anger. “this is what happens to every man like you, that are blinded by their ego and greed, men who thinks they are capable of owning the world and do whatever they want.” “Men like you that are prideful and ambitious , driven by an insatiable hunger for power and possessions. Blinded by their ego, they believe themselves capable of conquering the world and acting without consequence. Their actions are selfish a

It pleased me in a plain, practical way. “You had your fun, brother,” I said, and the words were simple and clean like a blade. “You took what you wanted. You ruined things you couldn’t repair because you thought power gave you permission. You took Elena and you used her like a toy, then tucked the toy away when you were bored.” He spat again, an automatic reflex that had nothing left to it. “You don’t know…” “I know enough,” I cut in. His lips trembled. Pride is a fragile thing when it’s been hollowed out; it crumbles into hysterics or it refuses to crumble and becomes absurd. He teetered between both.

Unconsciously, my hands clenched into white-knuckled fists, claws scoring deep grooves in the oaken desktop as the full rapturous glory and grandeur of inevitability coalescing around us blazed to brilliant transcendence. Even Elias, brutish and arrogant as he was, shrank back for a moment under the cascading tidal forces of such sublime proclamations making themselves manifest across reality itself. His jaws worked fruitlessly in abject impotence for several moments before he finally managed to force out a retort. "Y-you cannot simply decree that soiled half-breed aberration to-" But I was already done indulging his meaningless petulance. "Shut up!" I shouted in my alpha voice making all of

His brilliance. Tiberius believed himself the architect of Rome's greatness. Deluded by power, he mistook terror for reverence, silence for loyalty. Arrogance clouded his judgment. In his mind, he was the savior of Rome, the reason it still flourished. In reality, his leadership was despotic, corrupt, and increasingly incompetent. He ruled not through vision, but fear. Not through wisdom, but suspicion. His court became a nest of informers and flatterers, while true counsel withered in the shadows.

Elias concluded, adopting a weary, defeated posture designed to invite his counsel and trust. Julian listened intently, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass. When she finished, his expression was unexpectedly profound. “Ruthless precision,” he murmured, not as a critique, but as a diagnosis. “That is your method. You handle nuisance with overwhelming, surgical force. It’s what I admire about you, Elias. You don’t negotiate with bad faith actors; you obliterate their foundation.” The praise was a dangerous fuel. It inflated the ego of the Elias Vance persona while simultaneously twisting the conscience of the Proxy beneath. He was admiring her because of the very brutality she was pr