Skyrim A Matter Of Pride Novels & Stories

My summons had overstepped their bounds and required a lesson in discretion. "Epic rank? S-Class?" I scoffed, a surge of pride swelling within me. "Have you forgotten I consumed a dragon while still a lowly D-Rank?" I boasted shamelessly, revelling in the memory of that triumph. The recollection of that arduous feat filled me with a sense of unparalleled accomplishment, a testament to my strength and resilience. "Master, if my memory serves me correctly, you consumed a dragon egg, not a fully grown dragon," Wise interjected, his voice barely audible.

We had betrayed the sorcerers and then wiped them from history. “Do you think the people of Wegalla are proud of their country?” I wondered. Kane frowned. “What do you mean, Asher?” “I’ve just been thinking,” I said, and I ran my hand through my hair. “What’s the point of being the king of a country that was stolen in the first place? When I was in Wild Crawler, no one would say or even demonstrate pride in Wegalla. They were happy and content in their own Pack. And I suppose it will be the same in the Sky Pride Pack. So, what’s the point of holding such a large country when my very leadership of it depends on the support of the Alphas? What is there to be proud of?”

His confidence and sly smile are only putting him into the situation that none of them wanted. “Tsk!” Mike smirks, already on edge by the stubborn sin that is being true to his darkness. “Pride.” He whispers. “Your pride will not do you any good, Luke. But if you really wish to end everything right now, I can always grant that wish of yours. For all else, it is now easy for me to replace someone like you.” The provocation and words that turns the table the other way around. The words and the facts that they are all scared to face and even to hear about.

Soloman sighed, “Please don’t ask questions you already know answers of! As I already mentioned, pavilion does not like to waste time.” “It’s because of your radix, obviously! We did not capture you just to see you switch with your clone and escape after waking up…” “So now that you have conveyed your offer… I can leave, right?” Creed asked, “Yes, you can!” “Thanks for the offer! But I will have to respectfully decline!” “Hmm...” Solomon frowned and asked, “reason?” “War God Pavilion needs commitment… for now I just want to stick to exploring glitches and I have other important problems to solve! ”

“We don’t jump to conclusions.” She straightened slowly, brushing dirt from her fingers, her chin lifting. “We don’t ignore signs either. Pride won’t stop an ambush.” A muscle ticked in Luca’s jaw. Their wolves pressed against each other—two proud warriors unwilling to yield. Then, grudgingly, Luca’s shoulders loosened. “Fine,” he muttered. “We will send two ahead. You were right to check.” The concession was small, but Crystal caught the way Thalia’s eyes softened just slightly before she masked it again. The bond between those two was a battlefield of its own, pride clashing with affection, neither willing to admit the depth beneath.

Damontry swore he'd regret it like a damn. Pay close attention to what I say, I have no such thing as sportsmanship except when we win, we have no celebration except when they defeat them, so we win because we are the strongest kingdom, well, don't just beat them, but smash them, smash them, I don't care, I want their bones dirt."

I can't believe I got caught in such a plot. This is why I did not want to make any friends from the beginning, which is what my brother warned me of as well. ' Lily, do not forget that in our world, anyone who is precious to you would do you nothing but become a burden. The poor people should not befriend each other; it won't do them any good. This universe's system makes the rich richer and the poor even poorer so be careful even your family would drag you down the tough road. '

"Or its place in the tournament." I laugh, the sound harsh even to my own ears. "And there it is. The real Siena—putting her pride before everything else. Before tradition, before logic, before the good of both our packs." "This has nothing to do with pride—" "It has everything to do with pride!" My voice rises, echoing in the clearing. "You'd rather risk everything than accept help from me. From the man you once claimed to love." Her eyes flash. "Don't you dare use that against me."

It’s barely been a day since I almost fell off a cliff because I used the power of the mark, and remembering that always fills me with a weird sort of dread because I could have very much died but that’s by the way. “How do you know this even contains anything probing will find out? Plus… you seem to forget that I don't know anything about using these abilities. They’re meant to be killing me or something.” Priam chuckles and his eyes glint with a knowing light. He knows the game I'm playing with him. This is business, and it’s give and take. Priam does his first action of giving. “You’re a natural.” I pause and blink at him, my lips curling in amusement and bewilderment at the dead-set seri

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.