I Am The Honored One Novels & Stories

“The Steinhart have finally returned to their peak.” I tilted her chin up with two fingers, locking eyes. “She’s the Blessed Luna,” I whispered, voice cracking with reverence. “And she has just had her final awakened.”

"Embrace who you are, and don't let the echoes of your past define you. You have the power to shape your destiny, and I believe in you." I stood there, stunned, as the weight of the revelation settled over me like a heavy cloak. The honor bestowed upon me felt surreal, a stark contrast to the life I had known. It was as if the ground beneath me had shifted, revealing a hidden truth that had eluded me for years. Krimson…seemed to have known all along. His attempts to downplay my power and belittle my abilities now felt like a deliberate ploy to control me, to keep me in the shadows.

Oh, that sounds very elitist even to me, but I have to do it. It took her a while to answer but she was left with no choice but to nod after. "Honorem accipiam, mea domina." [I will take the honor, my lady.] I triumphantly smiled, satisfied. And she's smart. I know that what I am doing right now would cause me nothing in return but for once, I want to make a change. And for some reason, I am getting the feeling that Aurora will be of great help to me in the future.

“Yes, sure. As long as it does not affect our project implementation plan.” "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Lee." Lynd smile with stiff face. "Ah, and one more thing. Just Call me Joan, everyone I know, including people who are here calls by that name." Lynd was still half-conscious talking to Joan at this moment. She felt completely disoriented now, but meeting still had to go according plan. ***

Who am I to deny them this? “My dear New Moon, I’m truly honoured because the Moon Goddess has blessed me with my mate,” I speak out to the group as I walk back to the door. I open it and gesture for Eve to come in. “New Moon, please let me introduce my mate to you. Everyone this is Eve,” I tell them. I can’t keep the smile off my face or hide the pride in my voice, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t.

I lifted my hand slightly, signaling the crowd to recognize the declaration. He rose, standing tall beside me, every head in the room turned to witness the moment: the man who had been stripped of all his title , restored to power, standing beside the woman who had fought her way from nothing to everything. “You have kept your word,” I said, voice carrying across the hall. “Your honor, your strength, your silence and love ,they are recognized today.” Dante met my gaze fully. I could see pride and relief, the quiet satisfaction of a man who had waited ten years for this moment. The hall itself seemed to hold its breath, as if aware that history was shifting in real time.

“Or this time, he won’t be forgiven.” “We’ll shortly begin the Bond summon. Let us all show our respect for the bond donors who are also our esteemed inheritors. This day will go down in history and so will everyone who is present here. I’ll request regal Edith to address us and pray for the blessings of the higher power for whom we have devoted our lives and souls…” I opened my burning eyes. It took a minute for my watering eyes to adjust to the blinding light, all focussed on me.

Did she just say my portrait? I couldn't help but stammer, trying to find my voice amidst the overwhelming emotions. "I... I don't know what to say," I managed, my eyes still fixed on the empty portrait. "It's an incredible honor, one I never expected." I could see that she might have noticed my stunned look as she placed her hands on my shoulder before speaking. "You are my successor, Eden. I have helped you regain your life as a rebirth because of your usefulness!" The moon Goddess said.

A faint burn beneath my veins , and she is the one behind it. A slow creeping thing. But I didn’t move. Didn’t react. “Still standing,” she continued, almost amused. “Still pretending you can win.” She stepped closer again. “Why?” she asked. “Why not give up?” I met her gaze fully now. “Because I’m not just standing for myself.” Her smile faltered, just slightly. “I’m someone’s woman,” I said steadily. “I’m a mother. A Luna. A queen.” Each word landed heavier than the last.

One by one, they honored those who didn’t return. I stood among the pack. Not above. Among. When the final name was spoken, silence followed. Then an elder stepped forward. She looked at me. And bowed. Not deeply. Not dramatically. Just enough. “Luna Kaelira.” The words moved through the crowd. Others repeated them. Softly at first. Then stronger. “Luna.” “Luna.” “Luna.” My eyes burned. Not from pain. From the realization. For years I thought being called Luna meant proving I belonged.