Stories About Loyalty Novels & Stories

“You know, for someone who hates lies, you're a damn good liar.” “Yeah, I know.” He gave a humourless chuckle. “I was raised to never give too much about myself. Lie if I had to. Tell just enough truth to gain someone's trust. That's why I never really had friends. And Marcus….even knowing all this he still tried. But I was too young, too caught up in the game tp realize my actions could cost me the only friend I actually had.”

Try what exactly? “You think starving proves a point?” I ask quietly, watching her pupils shift. Her scent thickens between us. “You think that your loyalty to them makes you powerful?” She doesn’t answer, just glares at me. Leaning in, I get closer. “You’re wrong. Loyalty here is what gets you killed. You carry them, but all that does is add extra weight, and they will drag you down. You bleed for them, and the moment you can’t stand or save them, they will leave you behind. That is what happens when you pretend they matter.”

Stefan was asking whether he was worthy of love again, whether someone could see past his history of betrayal to the person he was trying to become. Hannah moved closer to him, close enough that she could see the uncertainty in his expression, the fear that she might reject him the way he probably felt he deserved to be rejected. "Stefan, can I tell you something?" "Of course." "When I first started working at Kane Industries, I thought I understood what loyalty meant. I thought it meant doing your job well, following company policies, being professional with your colleagues." Hannah's voice was soft but clear. "But watching you these past weeks has taught me that real loyalty is much more c

"Nikolai, I would never assume to lead your pack. I'm just a visitor here. Appreciative of your hospitality." He smiled. The sort of grin you give someone as you consider the many ways you may one day bury them. “Well, that’s good,” he said gently. “Because nowadays loyalty is difficult to locate.” I found his gaze without flinching. "Loyalty is earned, not presumed." “Indeed," he murmured, sipping wine slowly. "And betrayal... Well, that has a specific smell to it. Doesn't it, Kyle?” Sitting just a few seats down, Kyle stiffened but nodded. "Sure does."

“What history?” She shook her head, returning to her chopping. “Not my story to tell.” “That’s not fair.” “Fair doesn’t keep people alive in this world, honey.” She slid a plate of bread and fruit toward me. “Eat.” I sighed, picking at the bread. “Do you ever feel like you’re protecting Leo more than he protects himself?” Her eyes softened. “All the time. But I made that choice. And I’d make it again. You’ll learn something, being here: loyalty isn’t about who deserves it. It’s about who you choose to give it to.”

he asked, "It’s stupid. It’s not beautiful in anyway. He spends his entire life being miserable because he’s afraid to let his family down. That isn't loyalty, Lucy . That’s being a coward." Lucy immediately felt angry. "It’s not being a coward to honor your family. There are things bigger than our own feelings. Families, traditions, the people who rely on us…" "And who relies on you?" Jonathan interrupted. His honey-brown eyes locked onto hers intensely."You talk about loyalty. From what I saw in the hallway this morning, your version of loyalty looks a lot like being treated like a slave." Lucy flinched as if someone hit her "You don't know anything about me or about my life."

I stopped relying so much on promises, as they are not guarantees of anything, but I learned to always make the convictions we have about the people around us prevail. I am surprised all the time and every hour I am surprised by it. Some of my friends will prevail with me in time, lend a hand in times of trouble, while others will simply disappear without us expecting it. Because that's the law of life and people with the opposite character of mine are different. We will eventually accept losses and ingratitude, but we will value loyalty more and those who remain in any circumstance.

But we weren’t alone anymore. We had each other. And we had something our enemies never expected— Loyalty. To the people. To each other. To the throne. And that would be their undoing. ---

"Do you still have men?" "Loyalty is built and forged slowly, Ericka. It's usually more lasting than money and promises," Liam said calmly. "Out there, scattered among the humans, there are still many who are loyal to me. People whose lives or families I've saved, and now that I'm like this, they're trying to repay me as much as they can." Ericka stared into Liam's dark gray eyes. She saw the silver lines around his eyes that made them look beautiful.

Obviously, we were being tied down by the decisions our ancestral founders had made in the past, and it wasn't supposed to affect us. “But why is that? Why does this evil creature care about loyalty more than anything else? Why?" Immediately when I asked that question, Akira looked away, as she began to bite her lips. “Well, because loyalty is power. The more loyal the pack remains to this creature, the more protection they will get from it, as it'd definitely do anything to protect them." At that instant, I felt a surge of both anger and frustration, running through my veins. “So, I've been lied to all my life... So, it means that I've been living a lie, all this while.”