The Honoured One Novels & Stories

“This is no joke. There is a great deal of risk involved here at Everest. You must remain vigilant and dedicated. If you aren’t prepared, you can easily perish! Now get ready for some fun!” The speech was sobering and exciting at the same time. She was finally ready, but first she had to pray and make peace with God. She never knew when her last day on Earth would come and this was as good a day as any. Thanking God for all her blessings was top priority.

I felt his chest graze my back, and saw the way T'maras’ eyes went to her nephews, the brief emotion of pride shimmering in their depths before it swiftly disappeared. "I am." I confirmed, taking in the wrinkles on the man's forehead and the slightly sunken pale cheeks. A book rested in his hands and the cover appeared to be old. "You shall address me as Honour." He didn't take his eyes off of me as he began introducing the other Councilmen as well, and by the time he was finished speaking of the six names T'maras’ eyes still remained steady on my face.

The words stunned the assembly. He turned fully around to confront Artemis, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow on the gleaming floor. He addressed the man for the first time in years not as an enemy but as an equal. "You have suffered your punishment honorably. You protected your people even when you were dishonored. You created warriors who kept their word, and a daughter who fought when the world's face was turned from her. I can no longer say you are a traitor." Artemis lifted his eyes slowly, hope contending with incredulity. "Your Majesty…"

They never expected such a grand event to be dedicated to them, especially right after the town has risen back from the ground. Of course, Marika teared up, while the other two barely curled their lips. The old hunchback Alessia allowed to fight didn't make it, but he was known to be one of the brave butchers that stayed behind to defend the village. Looks like his sacrifices will be remembered, after all, she thought.

“An honor to fulfill your wish. I your doll Winona, brought you the one that you currently seek, my Supreme God.” Winona bows in respect, proud and glad to finally introduce who she really is in front of Nate. The holder that didn’t expect to see the Supreme One, but is not scared to face HIM in that very moment. "Very well, you did an excellent job, Winona.” “I do not deserve such words, but my deepest gratitude, my God.”

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.

I was the alpha with the most influence. I waved, acknowledging their loyalty. Their eyes gleamed with admiration, their hands clapping in sync with the pulsing beats. The air buzzed with energy, and I found myself moving to the rhythm. Slow, deliberate steps, each one asserting my power. Then the organizer stepped forward, his voice cutting through the noise. "And now," he declared, "we have a special treat for you all.” A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Of course. This was it. The final acknowledgment, the crowning of my night. My warriors had fought, my people had celebrated, and now, they would offer words of honour, words meant for me and me alone.

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."

she added, "with such flagrant disobedience." He arched a brow and brushed a long red lock of hair from his brow, then smiled again. The motion drew her eyes to the long, curved horns sweeping back from his forehead, like a rams. "And what of hidden disobedience?" He challenged with a smirk. She lifted her chin in response. "They say, my Lord, that honor is a public currency. Private fault is just that: private-kept between the concerned parties. And it must remain so...or else it is not what it is. Don't you think?" She silently dared him to answer that, refusing to quail under his direct gaze.