I Alone Am The Honored One Novels & Stories

She lifted her eyes at me. “Me?” I pointed at myself and she nodded. She grabbed my hand and stared deep in my eyes. “The I in Sierra’s name symbolizes her selfishness. Selfish in a good. No matter how hard her parents prohibited her for stepping in, between the mormians and meduises, she pursued what she thought was right. She was selfishly doing anything her way even if the price was her comfortable life. Serra, your name doesn’t have an I on it. I-less means that you’re selfless. You help those who are in need, worthy or not. Like mother like daughter indeed. Selfish or selfless. Different in terms but with the same good intentions. Follow what’s in your heart, Serra.” She placed my hand

My mouth tasted faintly of metal and blood as I bit down on my cheek. I hated that word. Omega. I hated it with every bit of me. “She’s Harlyn,” Ethan corrected with a low growl. “And that means more than you would ever have the privilege to understand.” And with that statement, he stood. It wasn't in a rush, neither was it aggressive but it was assertive enough to remind the room who was taller, Stronger, Alpha in every way Higan wasn’t. Then he turned to me, a small gesture that left my chest thundering for a different reason, and offered his hand.

However, after Camelia stepped out to take a call, she said there was an urgent matter at work that needed her attention when she came back. “Waylon, I’m sorry. This is really important.” Her voice held a hint of guilt along with her apology. I did not think much of it. These things had happened before, so I told her she did not need to come with me. After lighting the candles, I stood in front of the small tombstone, staring at the simple words that read out the name 'Polly Young'. “Mom, are you lonely down there? It’s okay if you are. I’ll be there with you soon.”

"You are an amazing soul that I should've treated like a queen. I know you've moved on now and you're happy but it's important to me that you know how sorry I am, and if I could, I'd take it all back. But looking at you, you're doing so much better now that I'm not in your life." I mean yes I'm doing better, but I don't want him to think he was the main source of my pain. Yes he was a big part of it, but it was my naive-ness that had me fall in so deep. I ignore all the looks directed my way as I look at the man I used to love apologizing to me. "And to all my fans, those who are here and those who aren't. If you're really about me and my happiness, you will leave this woman alone. The worst

With a limping right foot and hand over her bleeding left shoulder, she locked eyes with the guards and delivered a stare that shot right through their spine. Despite being unrecognizable with the amount of white snow that fell on her and the gross bloody clothes, her stare was enough of an introduction. "Open the gates! It's the King's Assassin!" Even at her state, none of the men had the guts to help her. She was a woman of great honor, and maybe greater pride, so the men around her didn't move an inch. All they did was open doors for her. Even the royal helpers that passed by her had the guts to shoot her a disgusted look.

"This is too much. All of it. The countdown, the assassins, the pendant, and now this, a woman dying and living again in the span of a single night while I'm apparently the only person cursed to remember it." "You're not cursed," Kael said quietly, echoing words he had spoken to her once before, in the rain, on the day they first met. He crossed the room and knelt before her, close enough that she could see the raw sincerity in his eyes. "You are the only person who can see the truth clearly. That is not a curse. It is a terrible, lonely kind of gift." "It doesn't feel like a gift." "No," he admitted softly. "I imagine it doesn't."

She genuinely believes her claws hold the leash to my future, taking a slow sip of her drink as she waits for my public ruin to unfold. Rowan steps onto the stone platform, frantically whispering lies to the territory keepers while my heavy frame stands tall beside his trembling form. I look directly at the front row of Moon Bard Masters, my voice carrying a lethal, resonant echo. "My thanks to your bloodlines for assembling under this moon. It is an honor to face your eyes. My name is Eloise Hollowmere."

Eniola spun around and looked at me quizzingly. "That's not the way I want you to apologize." Eniola said rolling her eyes. "So how can I please you?" I said smiling. "Get on your knees." Eniola winked. "Wait, what?" I started to talk. "You expect a full grown man to kneel before you just for forgiveness?" I yelled. "Do you want to be forgiven or not?" Eniola teased. I bit my lower lip. I had my pride as a man but she was taunting me with it. If I want to survive this act of being a judge, I knew I had to have Eniola by my side.

I could not recognize myself. "I, too, will never be able to decide without being perplexed, which is a shame." "You are the only one I will love until my last breath, Yhra." Fin.