Hindered By Tradition Novels & Stories

Mating ceremonies conducted without coercion, without the old scripts. Change wrapped in civility. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. Tradition existed for a reason. It preserved us through centuries of war, loss, and retreat. But tradition, unchecked, also calcified. It mistook survival for stagnation. Kaelith understood that. That was both his strength and his danger. He had always been this way—curious where I was cautious, willing to test the ground before knowing whether it would hold. As children, he had been the one to climb the cliff faces first, laughing as he hauled himself upward with scraped hands and reckless confidence.

"Some might see this as a compromise of our traditions, Alpha. Are we not risking the core of our identity for the sake of this alliance?" My jaw clenched, my frustration mounting. "Our traditions are not cast in stone. They should adapt to the changing world we live in. This alliance is not a compromise; it is an opportunity for growth, understanding, and a chance to redefine who we are as supernatural beings." The council member's stance remained unyielding, and I could sense the resistance rooted in his attachment to tradition. In that moment, I realized that our journey towards unity faced not only external challenges but internal resistance from those unwilling to let go of the past.

“Alastair's pack is strong and loyal, but maintains ancient traditions. We are rooted in our way of life, although sometimes this can limit our progress.” Garnet intervened with a wise smile. “Hunter, do you believe that tradition should be preserved at all costs?” I felt the tension rise as I chose my words. “I value traditions, but I also recognize the importance of adaptation. Sometimes it's necessary to integrate the human world to ensure the growth and prosperity of our pack.” Garnet nodded, clearly satisfied with my answer. “You're right, Hunter. We must find a balance between tradition and evolution.” Intrigued, I asked: “What do you mean?”

he intoned, rising from his seat, “you cannot place her above the kingdom. Our traditions, our very way of life, hinges on the sanctity of our realm. To elevate na outsider, no matter the circumstances, above the welfare of our people is a betrayal to the very core of our existence.” His words, steeped in the echoes of tradition, struck a chord within the assembly. Murmurs of agreement rippled through the elders, a collective stance against the perceived transgression of placing personal love above the kingdom’s prosperity.

He threw a glance at his father, a hint of defiance brewing on his face. “You hold back,” Thane commented. He stepped out of the platform slowly. “A leader, Luca, must give everything, and strength is what gets respect.” Luca wiped the sweat from his forehead with an amused grin, holding the corners of his lips up. “Respect isn’t earned by being a bullock, father.” Thane’s look turned stone cold. “Force is what has kept us strong. Always remember that.” Under the pretty smile on his face, Luca was annoyed at his father’s words. Tradition was a chain that held him back all his life, its weight heavier with each passing year. Yet he nodded, masking how much it deprived him of doing the things

I suddenly felt like the center of attention, and I wasn't very fond of that. I swallow lightly, "Look; I'm not totally against it; there are just things I don't agree with." "I honestly don't care either way," Atticus suddenly chimes in. Thane gives him a not-so-nice glare. "What? Aren't we a new generation? I'm sure we get to make our own rules now, brother. I encourage you to do that," Atticus says with a smile, "Please get rid of father's ridiculous traditions." "Those traditions are in place for a reason, Atticus," Thane rubs his temples, annoyed with his brother.

Sebastian tried to explain. “Does tradition make something right, Sebastian? Tradition was men before women, tradition was my skin in the fields, beaten and bloody, working for men who thought they owned us. Your tradition has set in stone the impossibility for a woman to stand just as tall as a man in this family. It’s made me a pawn and a tool. Disposal never suited my character.” “No one was trying to use you. I was ready and willing to have you on my arm—”

Who didn’t know about the Hapsburg chin or the Russian royal family anemia? “Species in this case, but yes, that’s exactly what’s happening. The new generation understands, but the old guard. They are latching on and fighting back at every turn. It’s frustrating because everyone knows they’re wrong, but traditions are hard to break, and the Elders oversee those traditions.” Rob couldn’t stop the frustration from being expressed in his voice. He found it crazy and a roadblock to him, effectively leading his pack.

CENRIC Something is off. I knew it. I could feel it in my bones. But why was I even surprised anymore? She was forced. Why did they also have to treat her terribly? I couldn’t blame her if she wanted to run away. If I were in her shoe, I had already done it a thousand times. Poor thing. Nowadays, this awful tradition should be banned, but a lot of old-fashioned—those powerful families kept this tradition alive for their transaction purposes—to keep the family business running.

" So what? You think it's bad to be gay?" I don't think...I know it is, it's tradition. When we were little, mom used to tell us about traditions. She had once highlighted all the things that were considered a prohibition in our tradition which homosexual and bisexual were commonly among them and once a taboo is made it cannot be fixed. " You shouldn't Scarlett. It's who he is,"