I Am The Honored One Novels & Stories

“To uphold, protect, serve, and resist.” “To love and behold the throne bestowed upon you.” “To love and behold the throne bestowed upon me.” “To care for the people.” “To honor the voiceless.” “To stand above all else with honesty, fairness, and strength.” Each word anchored me deeper. Locked me in place. “There are many who cannot carry the crown,” he continued. “Many who have fallen for the sword.” My grip tightened slightly. “You will honor them.” “I will honor them,” I said. “You will honor the fallen.”

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.

"We are so grateful." I reached out. Took his hands in both of mine. "It's I who am grateful." My voice carrying just enough — warm, clear, the right volume for the moment. "For all of you." The crowd stilled. I let the silence breathe for exactly the right number of seconds. "I am so honored to be your Luna." I looked across them — face to face, making contact, giving each section of the crowd the feeling of being personally seen. "You have shown me such love. More than I deserve."

Rising, she speaks warmly as she says, “Your Highnesses, it is an honor to grace your presence. I am called Tara.” For starters, we need to do something about this excessive formality first.

She cheered, don't mess this up, this is your chance, our chance to gain respect. I agreed with her and waited as they all got silent, watching me like hawks eyeing prey, their mouths tipped in sneers and arms raised in anger. I stood with my head high up, gaze sharpened with fingers resting on the balcony. Deep breaths Demi, you can do this! Silence hung in the air and I cleared my throat seizing my opportunity. "Esteemed subjects." I greeted, "I hope you are all well. Your complaints have reached my ears and I stand before you to address you as the Crown Luna and I do hope you give me a chance to speak before you pass your verdict."

Another old man said and passed the mic to Melissa which she happily took. "Oh my goddess! Thank you so much for giving me such a big honour to be the Luna of such a strong and powerful pack. I am so happy today. This is the happiest day of my life. I can't wait for the ceremony to be over and be your Luna. Even the thought of it makes me feel powerful. I hope I am not going to die in happiness when this happens. Hope everyone is happy with me being Luna, because if not, too bad. You don't have any options. Just kidding. Now let's not waste any more time and start the ritual. Because, once again! I can't wait!" She shrieked out in happiness before passing the mic back to the man.

She opens her mouth to speak but I raise my hand, stopping her. “There will be a guest of honor,” I add. “Sera.”

She repeated the question, louder this time. “You want to know who I am?” The woman tilted her head while Haven nodded. “ I’m the Moon Goddess”

she asked firmly. “That you will risk your damn stubborn neck, and I will forever lose you! That!” He jabbed his finger at her, his chest heaving as his eyes blazed on hers. “Oh, that,” she responded, even as her nerves jangled. Yeah, she thought of that. “Haven't you heard? I am the chosen one. I don't think the goddess would watch her chosen one die from a mere curse,” she said confidently. That was a title she had never used to address herself, but this seemed like the time for it.

Every head turned. Every conversation died. Then, like a ripple.. They stood. One by one. Respect. Power. Recognition. All directed at him. At Us. My gaze swept the room quickly. And stopped. The elders. Still seated. Watching. Judging. A chill slid down my spine, but I forced my shoulders back, lifting my chin as we stepped forward. Don’t show weakness. Not here. Not now. “His Majesty, King Keiran Moon,” the announcer’s voice rang out, “and his mate… Luna Evelyn.”