The Honoured One Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gasped loudly and everyone, including Adam bowed their heads in respect. It was an honor. If an Alpha pats the shoulder of a wolf, it means that Alpha is giving his honor and his tribute to that Wolf. But I was shocked as I really did not know why he honoured me like that. And that too on my eighteenth birthday and right in front of the family who had treated me like a piece of garbage. He turned back towards the audience while wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders.

“Quintus pays homage to the Divine Emperor.” Observing their gesture, James narrowed his eyes. “What’s the meaning of this?” Without hesitation, Quentyn lifted his head and said, “We are mortals too. Witnessing the emergence of an exceptional mortal, one who embodies righteous and anonymous energy among us, is an honor. I have no regrets, even in death.”

They wrappers bore Elon's name, so they had to be discarded. I do not mind though. None of them expected that it is I they would be paying homage to at the end of the day. The Alpha falls to his knees just as the others walk in and hastily does the same. "You alone conquered an evil that we were all afraid of. We are honoured and happy to have you as our mighty Empress," he praises. The image of these supposed 'mighty' men crawling at my presence is far more satisfying tribute than any chest of gold.

Gil remarks. "That is correct. My father embodies his name's honourable nature," Jan asserts proudly. Oto observes Jan as he speaks with reverence about his father, choosing not to interject to avoid wasting time. Despite having descended alongside the punished archons, very few within the pack are acquainted with the true nature of the Ancient Honoré. He remains a shadowy figure, enigmatic and Machiavellian, steeped in intrigue and betrayal. Outwardly, he presents himself as a respected and shrewd leader within the pack, holding the esteemed position of Old Major.

But I don't let it show. Above us again, the commentator's voice booms with the magically amplified sound. “Honoured guests, and esteemed families and representatives of the Federation, please rise for the arrival of her Lunar Highness, Princess Lyra Lionstead.” The crowd rises in reverence, and she steps into view like she owns the light.

It's the first time that Yuna witnessed someone being killed right before her eyes and on a supposedly joyous occasion. "It seems that I've angered Her Majesty. Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself. I am His Excellency's envoy, I am Sephtis Khentimentiu. It is unfortunate that some of you are not among the living to hear that His Excellency has returned to reclaim what is rightfully his." "He has nothing to reclaim." Edluna stated. Hundreds of high ranking Starknights entered the room and surrounded the eight enemies. The nobles were escorted out of the room and Knight saw them as cowards.

What kind of demons and battle was she fighting so hard that she was still not yet awake? “Your highness.” Neal turned his head and saw the Priestess by the door.

The sharp clap of his military boots on the floor snapped everyone out of their astonishment. Adrian looked serious as he stood before Liam, extending the gleaming medal with utmost reverence. His eyes shone with worship and zeal as he declared, "I'm Adrian, captain of the deputy staff officer at the Drunham City garrison. It's an honor to meet the Guardian Deity of Biskeland!" Guardian Deity! Indeed, that was the Guardian Honor Medal of Biskeland, a rare and distinguished accolade. Only twelve exist, signifying that just a dozen individuals across Biskeland have the honor of bearing one.

This is the biggest joke ever. 'I'm an honorable person from the most powerful and top family in Aurelia. All of you are nothing to me.'

Their names were etched into the walls of the tomb, a testament to their courage and unwavering devotion. Caleb's voice carried on, his words resonating with a mixture of gratitude and determination. "To the heroes who have come before us, whose selfless acts have preserved the peace and harmony of our realm, we honor your memory," he declared. "We strive to carry forth your legacy, to protect and guide our pack with the same unwavering dedication you displayed."