Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

He is too impatient a man, too intoxicated with power, too conceited. He does not seek a higher purpose than taking over the whole world, he does not give his life greater meaning than writing his name amongst the heroes of yesteryear. He compares himself to Achilles and it is ironic. The mythical demigod fell because of a weak heel, the Macedonian warrior will fall because of his own mortality.

I said causing him to scoff. "Ahneus, also known as greed is based around the taking of any item ranging from people to jewelry and everything between" I said with a small laugh. "No self control" I stated my smile falling down into an emotionless expression "he's known to take anything and everything without a second thought because he has a never ending void of want" I said before looking away ignoring the green flicker in his eyes. "Tobias" I said softly causing him to look over at me surprise on his features at my change in tone.

Regardless of Noah’s pride, what Nicklaus truly wanted was not only to destroy his powers, even more than that, she wanted to crush his arrogance, and he wanted to make him know how it feel to be on the receiving end. To kill Noah was easy for Nicklaus, he would have just rain hell fire on him and burnt the monster to death. But, that would be easy for him the man was prideful and those horn needed to be tamed and he was the one to tame them. Nicklaus had seen a lot of arrogant people and he had lived with them. He hated those kind of people the most, those who step on other to feel good about themselves. And just like what he did to Ezekiel, is what he wanted to do to Noah. The way to kill

He was determined to take Deus down, even if it meant losing his own life in the process. He could not help but think about the proud look in Deus' eyes and the words that he had said. "You guys are nothing but insects to me!" The elites of the martial arts world often held themselves superior to the common populace, disregarding the value of human life and showing no awareness of emotions. In their eyes, they alone were worthy of being called people, while others were deemed insignificant. Hubert sat beside the bed. Jekyll said softly, "Take care, Mr. Pascal." Then, he exited the room silently with his head hung low. He left Hubert with his reminiscent thoughts of his good times with Etienn

The muscles in his neck strained. "Answer me." I was probably poking the proverbial beehive, but I couldn't stop myself. "You're a hypocrite. You're awfully high and mighty for a client." "What?" he asked, pulling up as if to see me more clearly. "You act like Infidelity is bad." "It is." "Then why are you one of its clients?" Nox shook his head and ran a hand over his stubble. "What I do is none of your business. What you do is mine."

she said, the cruelty human not political. Something true moved at the corner of his mouth. “I would admire you differently,” he said. “Which is a lesser verb.” He folded the Concordat once. “Come spring, this will be law without me if I fail tonight,” he observed, not in threat, in weather. “Cities prefer habit to virtue.” “Good,” she said. “Habit is harder to corrupt.” “Not if I learn it first,” he said, candid and therefore dangerous. His gaze flicked to Lucien and back with a touch of rue. “He is difficult to co-opt. He prefers ledgers to legends.”

Bravery. Ennoia. Intelligence. Episteme. Knowledge. Sophia…Wisdom. The sisters exchanged superior glances. “She’s thinking,” Ennoia muttered with a smirk. “Oh, how adorable,” Arete added mockingly. “Look at her little brain working.” Episteme folded her arms. “Careful, Manolya. Thinking too hard might hurt your head.” Sophia tilted her head, studying me like prey deciding whether to run. “You won’t figure it out,” she said calmly. “You don’t even understand what a virtue truly is.”

He looked down at her with amber eyes that were sharp, clear, and pulsing with a dark, terrifying electricity. "Stop shaking, Elara," he rasped. "You’re... you were limping," she gasped, staring at him. "The Pit... they saw you..." "They saw exactly what I wanted them to see." Abram let go of her wrist and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city he had just pretended to lose. "They’re Alphas, Elara. They’re blinded by their own pride. They see a brand and a bowed head, and they think the war is over. They think they’ve won because they can't imagine a man sacrificing his skin for anything other than survival."

Caleb muttered, his voice rough and completely hollowed out. I looked across the table at him. The arrogant, untouchable man who had once ruled the hockey house with absolute, possessive demands was completely gone. He was being systematically dismantled, not by a physical hit, but by the undeniable reality that his time in the spotlight had expired. He had hidden me away to protect his own ego, and now he was being forced to march behind the man who had proudly put me on a pedestal.

Elias’s voice was calm, measured, the voice of a man who never lost his footing in court. He stopped before Xander, tilting his head, studying the Alpha’s bowed form as though he were a specimen rather than a man. “It’s not the claws, not the bloodlust, not even the chaos you bring wherever you set foot. No... what I hate is the arrogance. The belief that because you call yourself Alpha, you are owed loyalty, owed power. That your pack, your siblings, your… mate…” He lingered on the word with a thin smile. “…will forgive anything you do because of it.”