The Honoured One Novels & Stories

My tone grew sharper. “But honor is not just about the names we carry. It is about the preservation of life, the responsibility to protect, not destroy.” I paused, letting the silence sink into the grand hall. “And tonight, I cannot ignore the one who has set herself as the leader of our race, Callister.” A few murmurs spread across the room, heads turning toward her. Callister stiffened where she stood, her glass of wine still in her hand, the smirk threatening to falter.

It still can be harmed, threat were all over the place, and on that day, their ruler has took upon himself, unlike any other nobles or royalty in these world, to bear the humiliations and dishonour, in order to make sure that, that the land that they were living peacefully right at these moment stayed like it is. “AARRGHHH!!!…those damned Hallerussian!!!…those greedy guilds!!…..”. (Old Corg) “Oh…our lord…our merciful lord had once again, sacrifice his honour for all of us…why…why has all those people did such thing to him….oh lord~…”. (Madame Betty)

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.

"Long time no see, son. You look ugly as always" "At least, I got it from someone" "Definitely not me, who's the gorgeous lady with you?" His father asked "Na Na, don't even think about this one dad. She belongs to the throne. Meet Vanessa Decruz, Richard's fiancé" He introduced "Gorgeous ladies like you should really belong to the throne. I'm Daniel O'Brien and it's nice meeting you" "It's a pleasure meeting you too sir, I've looked forward to this moment all my life sir"

He slowly lifted his head, meeting the gaze of the ruler upon the throne with clear, tranquil red eyes that stood out sharply against his silver hair. Without a hint of defiance, he gave a measured, formal nod of respect fitting for an official imperial envoy. “It is an honor to audience with you directly, Your Majesty King Odiley,” Kaelus’s voice resonated calmly, utterly ignoring the spearhead pressed against his neck. “I indeed come as an envoy of Hera. However, as one fellow man who commands armies to another, permit me to convey one truth before I die.” Kaelus’s unexpected composure and refined manners piqued the king's curiosity. He leaned forward.

“Then we have The Persian Princess. Made her debut last game and won to fight another day. And then our female champion, The Nubian Pharaoh. Undefeated to this day. What a show this will be.” A guard comes close and takes Kanda’s iron collar off. I’m glad because this might give us an advantage. I skim the crowd. Like before, it’s not a huge crowd, though the stands are filled. There does seem to be more people this time around. I’m happy when I see Honora. She waves at me and puts her fist in the air, mouthing Win. I smile, but soon that smile falls when I spot Zao. He stands up there as if he were king, and next to him is the witch, with Ezra right by her side.

I entered not expecting anything from him. “Oh, Jaz just the person I was wanting to see.” He says while looking at his desk. “Yes sir? You requested me to come to your office. How can I help you?” “Have a seat there are some people on the Mating ball List I need to see if they might come from then coming here.” I stroll over and sit down; he hands me the guest list I'm reading the list and only one name pops up to me. “Sir the only name that pops up to me is Alpha Asher Steele”

He seemed amused, tail flicking idly as he perched near the hearth, though the servants gave him a wide berth. Laughter filled the hall, Isaac’s voice carrying the loudest. Lyra leaned into me, laughing softly against my shoulder. Her golden aura flickered faintly when she smiled, warm enough to make me forget the weight of everything else. Grimhold raised his goblet, the hall quieting under his voice. “Tonight, we honor survival. We honor the courage of those who stood against the Order. And most of all, we honor the Alpha who fought not only for his own, but for all of us—Dominic Bloodhound.”

His presence tonight meant something and I didn’t like not knowing what. Then the music shifted, trumpets announcing the arrival of the king and queen. I stood, as did the rest of the hall, bowing low. King Dragor raised his goblet. “Tonight, we honor those who have brought glory to this kingdom — those who fought and bled to preserve the realm.” My heart quickened. Here it comes. Recognition. Not for pride, not for applause — but for justice. “And so, I raise my cup to our brave commanders, our loyal strategists… to all who served with distinction.” He paused.

He takes my hand, and it is a careful, steady kind of touch that says, I am here as a friend. Later, in the throne room, the Alpha Prime stands with a gravity I have never seen. His voice sounds massive, like the walls themselves speaking. “For saving Princess Stacy and slaying the rogue leader Victor Cruz,” he says, naming men I have come to know, “these men will be honored.” He lifts his hand. Rourke moves forward and presents the medallions. Nate steps forward and bows low. “Your Highness,” he says, “we did what any man would do. The honor is not for us.”