I Alone Am The Honored One Novels & Stories

Luckily my back hit the ground first, so nothing broke. “Now I don't have an issue with you but I don't tolerate little kids insulting me, I'm a goddamn true alpha, I don't get to be insulted.” “Is that really what you believe?” I asked feeling so helpless but acting like all he did had no impact on me. “You know you really have a big mouth and I don't want to have to be doing this everyday but I could if that's what you want. Apologise and I might consider forgiving all your sins.”

I was Senator Isla Hart, advocate, mother, and a beacon for those who had been silenced. “And today,” I said, voice strong, “we honor resilience, accountability, and justice. We honor those who refused to be broken, and those who will rise after every fall. Today is a reminder: no one is above the law, and courage, even in its quietest form, is powerful enough to change the world.”

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

He was still holding me. "Yes, and if you rearrange the letters of word flow in the word flowland to backward. It will become wolfland. And it's the true identity of this island. Wolfland, the land of werewolves". He stared at me. I got afraid after hearing that information. "H…..how do you…. You know that?" I asked nervously while being scared. "Because I am one of them". He said with the same serious old and cold expressions.

"She is a she-wolf of formidable promise, and her discipline is unmatched." "You are too kind," I replied, my voice a cool, level chime. I stayed behind the mahogany podium, my internal senses screaming at his proximity. "It is our privilege to have you crown tonight’s victors," he continued, gesturing for me to break the seal. He thought he was playing both sides—honoring me while handing Riley the kill she had begged for. I broke the wax seal, the sound like a snapping bone in the sudden silence. I pulled the list free. "The seventh annual Top 10 Elite honors belong to..."

I saw Valerius watching me, his expression neutral, waiting for me to deliver the lines that would justify his war. I took a deep, shuddering breath. And I ignored him. “I am not a lady,” I began, my voice quiet but carrying in the hall’s perfect acoustics. “I am an Omega. I was born with no title, no land, no claim to power.” A ripple of surprise went through the crowd. This was not how such speeches began.

I thought inwardly to myself. But I stepped forward, shoulders squared, and took the podium with regal ease. The crowd fell silent. My voice, though calm, was laced with iron. "I offer my congratulations to Kyle and Lady Layla." I began, my gaze sweeping the room. "In a time of goodness, let us rejoice with our loved ones in unity." Polite applause followed. But then, as I stepped back, Maya stepped forward. Uninvited, unannounced, unshaken.

I did as I was told, walking towards him on shaky legs. He put a hand around my waist when I stood next to him with my head bowed. I lifted my head for a brief second but I saw everyone gawking at me. It made me feel – I hated the spotlight as every time I found myself in the spotlight, it was often because something had gone wrong. "This is Sihana Armani, my mate and your Luna. You will accord her the same respect as me if your value your lives." I blanched at the threat and the room went so quiet, a pin dropping would have been too loud.

His massive form rose from the throne, muscles taut and rippling, voice like a storm across the altar. “Ilia,” he said, voice deep enough to vibrate the marrow of my bones. “It chooses you.” And the world — the gods, the trials, the sacred Mark — tilted. One Week Earlier… I was no one. A servant girl. An orphan. A mist-walker born of whispers and midnight mist, belonging nowhere, belonging to no one.

“Do not leave me again.” Her chest tightened painfully. Her mind screamed at her to decide. To move. To do something. But her body refused. Frozen again. Just like before. The presence behind her spoke one last time. Soft. Final. “You only get one truth.” Isabella’s vision blurred. Her heart slammed against her ribs. One step forward. One breath. One choice. Again. And this time She understood exactly what it meant. The calm version leaned closer. Right beside her ear. And whispered “If you pick her again…”