Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

“No… No… I don’t know. I don’t… Please… Please let me go.” He moved closer to her. “‘Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.’ Proverbs sixteen verse eighteen.” “What? I don’t… I don’t understand. I don’t fucking understand. What are you talking about? Please I beg you. I don’t understand what’s going on,” she cried. It was clear in her face that indeed, she didn’t understand what was happening. “You’re a fearless lawyer, but your utter arrogance is the reason why you’re hanging up there, Hilary. Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, right?”

If he can find out what happened to Tabitha it could be enough to finally get rid of her. Satisfied, he left the tablet sitting on the podium. Opening his personal portal, he walked through into his chamber. Elias has always been a sneaky manipulative person, he enjoyed stepping on the backs of others to climb to power. He didn’t care who he had to hurt to get there. A weasel could better describe his ways. Not only did he think he was better than everyone around him by playing his games. But he was full of himself Arrogant and conceited. Elias believed every woman should fall at his feet. In his mind he was a Handsome man.

It's fair, isn't it? "Fair?" Hector let out a scoff. "You seem to have gotten something wrong, Harvey. That thing is never mine. Even if I used it to shoot you ten times, I didn't commit any crime. But if you use it against me, I can guarantee that what you've just committed is a crime that can involve your entire family. "Did I make myself clear? Do you understand everything?" Harvey calmly said, "It's good to be self-confident, Hector. But if you're over-confident, it becomes arrogance. And arrogance easily leads one to his demise… You do understand that, don't you?"

Only, I have another challenge coming. It's a war of sentiments and sanity. He is a selfish bastard. There cannot be anything good in him. He is arrogant, ignorant, and narcissistic. He manipulates and has no respect for anyone. He kills for power. He is in trouble. A mistake you can never afford. I chant it, seeping it ever so slowly into my conscience so it can forward to my subconscious mind. It must be firmly engraved.

His lips were thin, curved into a permanent, smug smirk that promised nothing good and hinted at everything he shouldn't want. Nathan carried an energy that was palpably wrong - dark, negative, suffocating. He smelled faintly of expensive cologne, but there was a metallic undertone to it, like iron, that made the back of Matilda's neck prickle. He had the air of someone who believed the world existed for his amusement, that every woman's discomfort was merely entertainment. He was the kind of man who could charm, but only to manipulate. Every gesture, every word, seemed coated in danger. He thrived on control, intimidation, and fear, and his intentions were as transparent as ice yet as cold

"As though I'm leading our people down a foolish path and this is all a huge mistake." "That doubt and dread?" Sebastian's eyes glistened with a brightness that defied his age and bored into mine. "They are the best weapons available for leaders against complacency and hubris. Never let a challenge break your resolve if you use them wisely and with conviction." His words kindled a fresh will in me, rekindling the embers of courage that so often fluttered beneath the weight of obligation. I nodded firmly and squarely faced Sebastian's proud look.

I saw a Reflection of my own Honesty. The High Council had been using our "Honesty" against us for over a hundred chapters. They knew that a true Sovereign is always haunted by the cost of their power. They had convinced us that our doubt was a "Malfunction" so that we would never realize it was actually our Compass. "I am not afraid of the 'No,' Weaver!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Jagged Truth.

Freed, Kilvic stood straight in the presence of a frowning Fan and the others who stood beside him cowering in the stench of their own fear. “You new nobles all suffer from such hubris,” Gyra continued, his attention focused on Fan’s frown, which was not surprising considering the boy was the only noble present. “Have you ever wondered the reason nobles in the years above you treat their mates as exactly that; mates. Tell me, have you ever pondered on the possibility as to why this”—he gestured at them—“petty display of supremacy isn’t found in classes above yours?” He paused for the briefest moment, then shook his head. “No matter. You see, I once knew a noble; a mage of dumbfounding prowes

“Pray sincerely with your heart, do not pray with your greed. That was the only way for Greedius to die. Confinement is not a good kind of love but it shows how much your father loved you. Please forgive him.” “However, humans still lose because of love. They can win over wisdom, over strength, but never over love, not even the mightiest of men, or the greatest of gods." Persephone said, “Perhaps Aubrey is right, love can defeat all. However, Aubrey dear, everything in this world has two sides. Look at Hector's mirror, the elf has endured so much hardship and is not subdued, but when it comes to Elena, Hector has accepted to beg the devil to let Elena live. That is also greed, the greed of l

"Enough of these fanciful thoughts, Rhesus. We will strike fear into the hearts of Athenians. Bastian, their so-called invincible general, will tremble before the might of Thrace." Rhesus hesitated, torn between the caution whispered by the priestess and the fiery enthusiasm of his comrades. "We tread on dangerous ground, my friends. We must be cautious, for arrogance blinds even the wisest." Senator Lucius dismissed Rhesus's concerns with a wave of his hand. "Arrogance, my friend, is a trait of gods. We are mortals, and our boldness defines us. Now, let us delve into the details of our rebellion. The Athenians shall know the fury of Thrace."