Hindered By Tradition Novels & Stories

"Or even his beta?" "That's because he understands respect," Richard said, finally stepping forward. "You don't come into someone's pack, act like some big-shot Alpha, and spit on the traditions that built this place." I didn't even look at him. My attention stayed on the trainees fumbling a simple maneuver. "What a perceptible flaw," I muttered. Then I turned slowly, meeting my father's furious glare. A cold smile curved my lips. "Tradition without progress is suicidal," I said softly. "Your system has made you soft... father."

She held those moments dear to her heart and remembered every word he shared even now. "My brother can be very rigid but is capable of leading us to accomplish great things...he just needs to grow up. Sooner rather than later", Shay tried to defend Hendric. “Maybe, just maybe he will come around eventually and support my father’s vision of changing these ridiculous traditions where power is not being passed down to the first born regardless of their gender, but the first son only. Even his future children can benefit from it...assuming he does want them.” Shay added.

"Am I? Think about it, Shahira. What is traditionalism except inherited privilege? Alphas passing power to their children regardless of competence. Bloodlines maintaining dominance not through strength but through legacy. I oppose that as much as you do." "Then why attack us?" "Because your methods are naive. You think you can build something new without destroying the old. That you can reform the system from within, make it gradually better, and somehow the entrenched powers will just... accept that?" He shook his head. "They won't. They'll fight you every step. Sabotage you. Corrupt what you're building until it becomes just another version of what already exists." "So your solution is wha

“They need to see her. Strong. Alive. United. If we hesitate now, the Elders win without ever lifting a hand.” Zalindra’s throat tightened, memory pressing in unbidden. The Elders’ cold gazes, the way their lips curled in dismissal when she had first spoken of change. The suffocating weight of tradition pressed like chains around her neck. They had tried to silence her. To bind her.

“Have you ever noticed how resistant werewolves are to change?” I fidget. “You’re talking about the Traditions.” “Mm.” He nods. “You heard what he said back there. He rejects help that could save his pack because it breaks some idiotic, outdated rules that have existed for centuries. Who gives a shit if we go against the Traditions? Isn’t it better not to get massacred by the werebears?” He scoffs, shaking his head. “You’ve got a point,” I reply. “My family always hated the Traditions.

Why should a child be murdered based on some useless traditional superstition? “The situation hasn’t changed. A thousand years later and nothing has changed, Kira. Vampires, werewolves and to an extent witches are still archaic and traditional. Sure they’ve ‘advanced’ in a sense and adopted to the technologies of man, they still believe in traditions and customs.” He turned to me with a serious expression on his face. A frown was prominent on his lips and the wind blew rather ferociously, making me tug at my jacket some more, whilst keeping the flowers safe.

“Blending Lycan and wolf. Tradition and change.” “Some would disagree.” “Some always do.” I glance at him. “Is tradition enough?” He snorts softly. “Tradition is a foundation. Not a prison.” I consider that. “Then why did Elira fall so far?” Jeb’s expression darkens slightly. “Because she mistook tradition for morality. Not a judgement on her, of course. When we cage children by removing views that oppose our own thinking, it can make even those with the best hearts hardened.”

If you must have a normal life after now, then you must listen to us, and obey tradition. “Tradition?” I cried out in anger with a trembling voice. “You call this tradition? This is sheer wickedness, as I am being punished for the decision of someone else. If anyone had to go through any ritual, then it must be Thane." “You're not far from the truth, my dear,” my dad began with a soft tone, as he looked at me. “However, you must also understand that the consequences are many. In our culture, you have to pay for your sins. Unfortunately, if you don't, it'll also affect the people around you."

his voice trailed off as he looked at Synne, leaving no doubt his unspoken words. "So basically, to change this, I'll have to fight generations of tradition," I stated in frustration. Erik nodded gravely as I growled under my breath. "Did I say something wrong?" Synne asked anxiously. "No!" I immediately denied it. "I'm just upset that this has come about. I can almost accept male dominance. But it is beginning to seem like some have taken advantage of it in the process. They have spread that habit down through the generations." "Oh! We are allowed to say no," Synne informed me.

Untouchable. Even if it means falling back on old methods. Old habits. Old conquests. They helped before. They should help now. They have to.