Honor Thy Father Novels & Stories

The earth shakes by the intensity of his voice . "Father I beg your pardon but everyone knows in the kingdom that...the war was initiated by our ancestors."Hercules says in a low voice. The man shots a glare at his son but says nothing.It is the universal fact that they entered in our territory killing and invading our packs. My blood boils when he mentioned us with disgust. "The King will never forgive us if we indugle ourselves with our enemies.We'll be charged for treason Son."He says unwilling to help us.

Before I could answer, my father's voice filled the entire hall. He didn't move from his place on the steps. He didn't have to. His presence was as heavy as a mountain, just standing there. His deep voice rolled over the chamber like thunder. "Enough, everyone." The word was a command, not a request. The daughters fell silent and the council stilled. Even my wolf paused at the weight of it. It was my father talking. His gaze fixed on me, unblinking. "You dishonor them, Alpha Archer," he said, every word deliberate, a hammer striking iron on my chest. "But you dishonor yourself more if this is your choice."

he whispered. I frowned. “Store what?” “Sthor. Sthor. The Sthors.” I paused, my brain catching up. “What?” I blurted. “A Sthor?” He nodded. “Exactly… and that’s my fear.” I just stared at him, stunned. “Look, I—look, his father just passed and—” “Hold on. Did I just hear you say father?” I asked. “Elder Sthor is his father? Like, he is a direct son of the Sthors?”

“If I were Alan’s father, I would have killed him when I had the chance...” “Father! I screamed, surprised that he was saying something that strange when Zachary had trusted that he would do the right thing. Zachar had called him honorable unlike Alan’s father, so what would he think right now if he were to hear what an honorable man was spewing out of his mouth.

To lose control means to show weakness. That's what my father taught me. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. My hand, which held the Vulcan bow, was veined with force. I can't be impulsive. I only have one chance. The second eye got bigger, too, and I saw my dying mother in it. She lay on the bed, holding my hand. As she wept, she said, “Nuri, you must remember, your father was a hero. From the day I met him, he was a man who put loyalty and honor before life. He's a great father, too. He's always been there for us. He loves us.”

"I taught you to calculate." "I didn't teach you respect." "I taught you to fight." "I didn't teach you when to let go." "That's on me." "I failed to fix what's broken in you." Ethan flinched like the words had pierced his last defense. The name buried deep in his memory. His real father's name. Tears blurred his vision. "Dad." Alexander cut him off. Voice cold. Hard. "Michael Hart's son shouldn't be this pathetic." "He was a man of honor."

Now you all saw one of the reasons why I decided to ask my father to bless you all. You see that particular war, you shall conquer them all, and see let me tell you, you're more than a conqueror, for it's already written that no man on earth can destroy you again and not only that, you and your household are blessed already by the gods, not just the gods, but my father, the greatest gods of them all Watch out and see and mark tonight's date for you shall come back and appreciate me and my father for this particular prophesy I gave to you all

Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees. "My father always said a man should stand tall and live with honor. He failed to do that. He deserves to be punished." I glanced at him, my tone cold. "He doesn't deserve punishment. He deserves to die." At the word "die", Eli's shoulders trembled. After a pause, he shut his eyes and continued, "I… I know he hurt you. My mother—my mother lied to you along with him. And especially… he delayed military orders. He used to say that as a soldier of the kingdom, a man should charge forward and bring honor to his country—that those who falsify reports or flee from battle deserve death. But he didn't live up to his own words… I apologize on my father's beh

Dad interjected, "Because we know you, Marco. It's not how we raised you. You're a man of honor. We don't have to stoop to their level to seek justice." I turned my attention towards my father, my voice dripping with bitterness. "I'm not like them, Dad. Not at all like them. Is Santino's eight-year-old son still breathing? Yes. Is Mattia's son here with him? No. Is Taddeo enjoying the rest of his life anymore? No. Is Santino's other boy with that damn stutter still standing? Yes. Is Sheila here to be with her husband and her daughter, will she ever get to raise her? No. Is Santino's daughter alive and well? Yes. So, forgive me, Mum, if I no longer give a damn about honor. To deal with savage

Elder Thurman’s reaction was a source of satisfaction, a small victory in this ongoing war, a taste of the revenge I sought. I smirked mockingly at him, a small triumph in my face of his contorted face. His eyes began to change color, a sign of his growing anger. His eyes narrowed, his anger evident. However, my smirk turned into a frown when I heard my father’s voice. “Hades! Show some respect in front of Elder Thurman!” My father commanded, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and authority.