I Am The Honored One Novels & Stories

"We can share it... we can share the throne... we can rule the Eden together..." "I don't share with thieves," I snarled, my teeth bared, my face inches from hers. "And I don't rule cages. You wanted to know who I am? I’m the one who stayed in the mud until the mud became a mountain. I’m the 'Sovereign' because I earned the name—one debt at a time."

this is one role I can’t fail. "Everyone, please be seated," I say, then clear my throat. "I am so honored to be here with you all today, and I am truly humbled that Tessa and Bryan have asked me to help them take the next step in their life together. I am a hundred percent going to cry during this, so buckle up..."

Not merely respect now, but awe… and something heavier. Expectation. “Good morning, Your Majesty,” the maids greeted in careful unison as I passed. I smiled politely, though my hand instinctively brushed my neck. I had chosen not to hide the mark. I was Luna Queen—recognized by the Moon, bound by ritual, and crowned by law. If I were to stand beside Don, I would do so openly. Proudly. Still, pride did little to loosen the knot tightening in my chest. The council meeting was called earlier than usual.

The entire hall erupted into excitement. And when I finally looked up— My breath caught. Every Moon Guardian had gone down on one knee. Their right hands rested firmly over their hearts. Their heads lowered respectfully. Not in fear. Not in obligation. But in reverence. And for the first time in my life— The girl they had called trash. The girl they had mocked. The girl they had thrown away— Was being acknowledged. Accepted. Honored. As the Chosen One.

Every man and woman dropped to their knees and followed Sebastian’s lead, the chorus of ‘Congratulations, Supreme Council Maya’ reverberating throughout the palatial halls and the entire supernatural kingdom. “My Lord,” I whispered through the bond, shock threading every syllable. He lifted his head, eyes steady, voice quiet yet unbreakable. “You stand above all. I honor that.” Emotion crushed my chest. I stepped forward, breath shaking, hands trembling as I reached for him. “Please rise, my King.”

She wore no crown since it wasn’t time. Damien stepped forward, dressed in a ceremonial black-and-silver robe. When he reached her side, the tension between them rose, but it was filled with happiness. “My people,” Damien began, his voice calm but full of authority. “You have watched Aria face trial, danger, and judgment. You have seen her strength, her wisdom, and her heart.” He turned to her, eyes dark and shining. “Today, I do not present you a Luna,” he said. “Today, I honor the Luna, the Goddess herself revealed, blessed, and ordained.”

“…with my dignity.” A breath… pain shot through her, sharp and unforgiving. She forced the next words through it. “With my honor…” Another breath, weaker but certain. “With my name…” Her gaze hardened faintly, something deeper settling within it, something unbreakable. “…as Luna Mira of the Crescent Moon Pack.” “Than live…” her voice trembled, but didn’t break, “…stripped of everything that makes me who I am…” A breath faltered in her chest.

“An honor to fulfill your wish. I your doll Winona, brought you the one that you currently seek, my Supreme God.” Winona bows in respect, proud and glad to finally introduce who she really is in front of Nate. The holder that didn’t expect to see the Supreme One, but is not scared to face HIM in that very moment. "Very well, you did an excellent job, Winona.” “I do not deserve such words, but my deepest gratitude, my God.”

"Alpha Cyrus and Luna Gianna." Nolan's attention sharpened but something was wrong with the announcement. "Redo it," he said sharply. The herald blinked. "Your Majesty?" "The announcement. You missed something." Confusion flickered across the herald's face, then understanding dawned. "Valemont Pack," he said again, louder this time. "Alpha Cyrus and Most Honorable Luna Gianna." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Most Honorable. A title reserved for those recognized by the King himself.

Then, to my surprise, one by one, they drop to their knees, fists over their hearts, and heads bowed. "We stand with you, our king," they declare in unison. The weight of their loyalty settles on me like a crown, a recognition far more profound than any coronation ceremony. This is the people acknowledging me as their leader, their Alpha. It is the highest honor and my heart feels strangely full. A genuine smile stretches across my face as I acknowledge their pledge. Tonight has been the biggest victory and now, all I need is to go back to my queen.