Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

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

Even if Governor Kruck thought I was a nobody, I was still a constituent he was supposed to serve. "I assume you know why you're here," Kruck started. "Honestly, Governor, I don't. Unless it is to commend the way our city has handled a crises we've unearthed, then I'm baffled." Governor Kruck leaned forward, his face turning purple with anger. "You are as arrogant as your father." Charles nodded "I am an Alpha. Arrogance is our primary trait, as is our capacity to smell rats." Kruck growled and put both hands on the wood in front of him. "You are here because you are a traitor. You have committed treason on the highest level."

She insulted him at any given chance she had—the hotel, the restaurant, the dorm, the market, and the bar. The only man who had ever been kind to her—who had helped her go through crisis after crisis—was the same man she had been ceaselessly humiliating. Shamelessness was not enough to describe her. Ingrate was not remotely enough a word to label her. Hubris was too mild a word to explain her vices. Sophie keened so hard she hardly had a moment to breathe. It alarmed the people around her.

Their robes swept across the marble floor as they moved closer as though their very stance could sway destiny toward them. "Audacus " spoke Master Callum, the eldest his tone with a defiance never broken throughout his lifetime. "Your pride is, out of place here. You are not invited." A grin appeared at the corner of my mouth. "Conceit belongs to those who have already won. You simply haven't aligned with reality yet loser." Murmurs spread throughout the gathering gentle quivering trembles from ancient deities trapped in human forms. I could almost savor the dread nesting beneath their boldness.

But Olivia’s anguish had ignited a fire in him—a fire that now burned solely for revenge. Sebastian leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he let his thoughts coalesce into a plan. "Men like Alexander," he murmured to the empty room, "thrive on arrogance. They believe they’re invincible because the world has never truly challenged them." His lips curved into a cold smile. "But even the mightiest towers crumble when the foundation is struck."

“That was your first mistake, Father.” “Because after that, the sabotage changed. It stopped being careful. Stopped being strategic.” His voice dropped. “Whoever was behind it didn’t care if the whole empire burned… as long as I burned with it.” A beat. Paulo’s back hit concrete. His hand slid behind him, searching blindly for the elevator panel. “That ruled Hugo out immediately,” Adrian said. “Hugo worships legacy. He’d sooner kill himself than destroy the family name.” Paulo’s fingers trembled.

~ISSA Hubris. Petr was a victim of his own pride and it was what led to his downfall. “Alpha Rasputin, is it to my understanding that because Lycan Frostwood owes you, it gives you the right to spy on him in his own territory?” Albus inquired with a stern expression. “No, Chancellor Albus,” Petr faltered nervously. “I misspoke.” “Well, you better be articulate because spying on other territory is an act of war, Alpha Petr, I understand that you are aware of that,” Albus said.

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."

Their voice was calm, precise, a scalpel of logic. "Beauty is a flaw in perception," they stated. "It creates attachment to the ephemeral. It values the illogical pattern over the efficient function. It led the inhabitants of Star-System X-7 to preserve a dying sun for its 'magnificent hues,' dooming their civilization. It led the entity known as Arthur to prioritize Lily's safety over the logical containment of the First Regret, nearly resulting in a universal cataclysm. It is a distraction. A delightful poison that compromises judgment and fosters cosmic instability." They presented data-streams. Mathematical proofs of inefficiency. Historical records of falls from grace, all tied to a mom

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.”