Hindered By Tradition Novels & Stories

He didn’t like being humiliated. And he hated taking people’s shit. “You don’t have any right to keep her here just because she’s your mate. Traditions like that died long since you blocked off your territory. Get with the times.” “You’re predictable.” Xahen smiled. “It’s almost… boring.” My hand came down in Binny’s arm, “Binny, please.” He glanced at me, tension cracking his face. His eyes were fire. I realized he was about to snap.

The conversations revealed concerning divisions—supporters spoke of Giana with genuine enthusiasm while traditionalists expressed private concerns about rapid changes. Elder Morris approached during the festivities, his weathered features grave as he surveyed the transformed hall. "The old ways are being forgotten too quickly," he murmured, clearly troubled by the ceremony's modifications. "Your grandmother would have recognized none of this pageantry." "Traditions exist for good reasons," I agreed quietly, noting how his words carried to several nearby elders. "They connect us to our ancestors' wisdom and protect us from repeating their mistakes."

“The heir must have a sense of belonging.” “And who said I was going to raise my son so badly that that wouldn't happen?” I asked angrily, and I saw that the old woman lowered her head, so I spoke more firmly and decisively. "Traditions are not laws. The big problem we have had as a pack for many generations is precisely that we take traditions as law. And it is vital for me, for my life, and for the harmony of this pack that we focus on our laws in a respectful way. We are in a terrible position. What has happened has led us to a bad place where we depend heavily on outside help. We cannot afford to reject new allies from the North because of traditions that were actually imposed by my fath

But that wasn't what I cared about. "I don't understand," I said as I stood in front of him. "What's the point of this? I thought we were taking over your family." He sighed. "There's a lot you don't know yet. Things I should've told you sooner." He looked down. "My family… they're still attached to some old traditions. Traditions that, among other things, don't value women. They see women as being good for one thing. For being breeders. For bearing children. Beyond that? They don't believe in women leading. Or doing literally anything else, really. This place will allow you some separation from all of that."

“This union threatens the balance of the Council. It concentrates power where restraint has not yet been proven.” “Restraint?” Clay asked calmly. “Or control?” Torin ignored him. “We are not children dazzled by ambition. We remember what happens when strength goes unchecked.” “And yet,” another elder murmured, “strength is what has kept us alive.” The debate ignited. Voices overlapped. Accusations were thrown like stones. Some elders argued that tradition must bend or break. Others clung to it as though it were the last pillar holding the world upright. My name passed between them, sometimes spoken openly, sometimes avoided entirely, as if it were dangerous to utter.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ There was still that idiotic growth that wealth should flow only among wealth, everything the ancestors achieved could not be broken. But, incredibly, that kind of thinking was not limited to the rich, there were people below that class who had the same thought. Tradition was tradition, no matter where it came from.

In Zack's mind, there was no longer room for belittling or discriminating, especially against omegas. He imagined a more positive shift in civilization, where everyone was valued based on their character and contributions, not their position in the social hierarchy. Zack wanted to abolish long-standing traditions—traditions that often led to hazing and mistreatment of those deemed weak. Instead, he wished to introduce a more liberal and open system, where everyone had the opportunity to grow and voice their opinions.

The words fell without a nicely tied bow but he got the jest and with everything we’re building here, I begged that he saw it for it was- that I just didn't want any other girls subjected to a tradition that only benefited the males. I don’t know why I was so nervous, he’d understand- hell, he had a daughter. “The Hunt is a century-old tradition,” he stated. I smiled and raised a brow. “Yes, so is the prospect of multiple wives,” Darkness crossed his face and his eyes narrowed, his sharp jaw clenched and I swear if I had a knife I could sharpen it on his jawbone. Before I could blink he stood in front of me. “Careful,” he warned but his reasoning, that it was an old tradition, was pushing me

In that case, how could she even think about the future? Violet nodded in agreement with Carissa's assessment. "There is more than one way to accomplish a goal. Confronting them head-on is one way, but it's the worst one. Changing the mindset of a single person is difficult enough—changing traditions that have lasted for a thousand years is even harder. However, you can plant the idea now, Your Majesty. Over time, there will be those who follow in your footsteps, little by little."

“Fed up, huh? That’s not like you. Usually you’re the one clinging to tradition.” The elder’s smile deepened, faint lines creasing the corners of his eyes. He tapped the tip of his cane against the floor in a slow, thoughtful rhythm. “Tradition is only as strong as those who carry it, boy. And sometimes, the one meant to carry it is not the one we expect.” Sebastian’s gaze sharpened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”