I Alone Am The Honoured One! Novels & Stories

Leo snatched the mike from the stand and levelled everyone with his fearless glare. “Just now what you saw is just a show. This woman by my side is Ana. And I want everyone to respect her. Because she is going to be your Queen, Ana Bernardi.” With that Ana’s head snapped at his direction who continued with his speech unaware about her getting surprised with his declaration.

I was the alpha with the most influence. I waved, acknowledging their loyalty. Their eyes gleamed with admiration, their hands clapping in sync with the pulsing beats. The air buzzed with energy, and I found myself moving to the rhythm. Slow, deliberate steps, each one asserting my power. Then the organizer stepped forward, his voice cutting through the noise. "And now," he declared, "we have a special treat for you all.” A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Of course. This was it. The final acknowledgment, the crowning of my night. My warriors had fought, my people had celebrated, and now, they would offer words of honour, words meant for me and me alone.

Caspian asked. "Practically when you guys went out. I must admit ma' peeps, your momma's proud! And I just want to say, ahem! Yas! That's ma' best friend ya'll! She a real bad b*tch! No damsels in distress here you bastards! She's slayin' like a queen peeps! She does it better than a man ya'll, step aside amateurs! All hail Hari's supremacy you peasants!" Ione yelled crazily and flailed her arms around.

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.”

"If I can be honest, I really feel very proud because I was able to get so much attention from you, even this battle also makes sense for you guys who feel that winning me is very special, right? I feel like a man who is so very lucky to be loved so much by a queen who has been blessed by God like you. So how can I be ordinary and not feel so very proud? In fact, I feel so very extraordinary and I am a very special creature, it could even be said that I am the most special Alpha king among all of you and I am a figure that can never be compared or anyone can ever imagine. even. So according to him I should still be normal with all this? Of course not, because of how umrnya trying to get and

Her presence alone outshone every light in the room. We shared a warm smile. As everyone took their seats, I rose, holding up my glass. Kyle clinked his glass with a fork, drawing everyone's attention. The room fell into a respectful silence. "To my Luna, your queen," I began, my voice deep and unwavering, "the strongest woman I know. Your light has guided this empire through storms, and your heart... well, it's the reason we all sit here together, thriving. So, to you my love, Happy birthday, Alexei."

“You what?” “I needed it perfectly,” he admitted, lowering his gaze. “You deserve perfection. I didn’t want a single spark to falter. Because of that name, Isla…” He looked back up at her with such intensity she forgot to breathe. “That name is the only one that matters in my world.”

I said, setting up the video call. “My darling Elise… I am so proud of you! I knew you were always the wise one, and no one can outsmart you! You have brought us so much honour and placed us on a higher pedestal. Our clan owes their lives to you!” That mood of mum, I felt she could barely conceal the delight in her British accent which belied her Arabian ancestry.

she protested, her voice tinged with worry. I tilted her chin up, gazing into her eyes with unwavering determination. “Agnes, my love, I am not just any champion,” I declared, a hint of pride lacing my words. “I am a force to be reckoned with. Those who stand against me will tremble before my might.”

They ignite. It doesn't matter to me. I am walking. One step. Two. The chains constrict, slicing the skin causing bleeding. I continue moving. When I am, within an arm’s reach of my daughter. I gaze upward toward her. I grin. “Isla Valentina Kane," I declare, voice calm despite the chains squeezing my throat "you are five years old. You are my daughter. You are neither a queen nor a vessel. You are not a debt.” The soul shouts.