The Honoured One Novels & Stories

More respect than I think either of us expected. “Young Kingston,” a man offers his hand. “You have more support than you realize.” Adam shakes the hand and nods. “We are so pleased to have you here, even for a short visit,” Another old female says, shaking Adam’s hand. “I thought you were demoted?” I say as we take our seats. “I was,” he says. “All rise for his most honorable King Augustus the third of the Werebeasts,” a Harold called, and we did, of course, stand.

“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.”

My warriors had fought, my people had celebrated, and now, they would offer words of honour, words meant for me and me alone. I tilted my head slightly, feigning humility, though anticipation coiled tight in my chest. My heart pounded, not with fear, but with the raw exhilaration of knowing that soon, I would hear my name exalted in ways beyond mere chants. Perhaps they had prepared an honorary title. 'The Unyielding Alpha' or 'The Wolf of Conquest' or probably 'The King of the Moon'. My mind raced, imagining the weighty words they would bestow upon me. After I defeated the pack of rabid rogues, saving not only my pack but the dozens of packs that were located in close proximity to the Pinew

The herald’s voice rang clear: “Behold! The grand prize—Her Majesty’s favor, given to the victor of Tziyonia’s tournament. How fortunate is Abhiman of the Eastern Plains, to be honored so!” The crowd broke into another storm of cheers. Abhiman stood tall beneath it, yet when he lowered his head again, reverence cloaked his voice. The queen’s words carried above the applause, regal and steady. “You have fought with honor, Abhiman. Speak your wish, and I shall grant it.”

Ethan raised his head, meeting Valerius's admiring gaze with calm and respectful eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty." Ethan stood up gracefully and stepped aside, his serene gaze like the still waters of an autumn lake, making way for Zane and Harrison Ryder to step forward. Both bowed deeply, with Zane's voice resonating through the hall: "Your subject, General Zane Ryder, pays respects to Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years." Harrison echoed: "Your subject, Commander Harrison Ryder, pays respects to Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years."

He bowed his head and spoke up, "To whom I owe the honor of being graced by Her Highness's visit." ________________________________________

she said calmly. "Rhaizen Gale was a national hero. He was regarded as the Savior across the Kingdom, the one who defeated the Trerth and saved humanity from the Monsters. Even though he accomplished all of this for the people, the only people who recognised it and praised him were the poor people living on the streets and citizens from unknown villages. The royals and Noble families look down on those people, but they nonetheless honour him for saving their lives, lives that the Nobles thought were worthless in their eyes. They gathered to his funeral to lament his passing, while the Nobles came to celebrate his death and humiliate him, the man who had shielded them from evil. That just goe

He referred to how the other party immediately switched to that less awkward honorifics. Mr. Leo looked at the statues. “Sir, actually before you woke up, we get an instruction from Her Highness Hanan, the Great Goddess of Light and Dawn. The only one the island received since thousands of years ago.” Ley asked in awe. “Is it to build these?” “Yes.”

All I can say is, Hunger Games eat your heart out. “Tonight we are, of course, honoured to have our guest of honour grace us with her presence this evening. Our first and only three-time winning champion, the lovely and deadly, Blackheart,” he says proudly as he gestures to me while the room claps. I nod graciously to Hexton and the room of people who are calculating all the ways to kill me. Laughable for Hexton to make it sound like I or anyone else here had a choice in showing up.

What the h*ll? His face is shining more than usual and his visual is just too much to look at. "Then... I'll assume that you, as a dignified noble will atleast send some troupes for our empire's sake right?" Dad once again spoke and looked at their individual eyes. Since dad mentioned the word dignified which also stands as an honor for a noble, there's no way that they will oppose what dad said. After all, just like what I have always mentioned, people in this empire specifically the nobles, thet care about honir more than their lives.