The Honoured One Novels & Stories

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.”

It only made sense because I had collected all eight flags, defeated countless opponents and led the teams to the first solo victory in history. “The special honours award goes to…” I moved to step forward but then the council head's voice boomed. “.....Rowan Vale.”

“The truth is red, so is his love for me.” —Ava Heavens In an empire where gunshots speak louder than words, Ava found herself as a pawn in a crossfire she never wanted to partake in. One minute she was in love with her best friend, and looking forward to their future together. In a second, all that was gone and she’s being used as a sacrificial lamb to appease the devil himself! — “Either way you choose to go about this, I win and you lose. So if I were you I’d surrender my Ava to me, or the next body bag delivery will be one of your sons.” — Caden Tuhka.

And it brought much discomfort to the gods. “ALL HAIL MANE HARBINGER, HE WHO IS ACKNOWLEDGED BY THE ALLVERSE. ALL SHALL PROCLAIM THE NAME OF THE SUPREME! FOR HIS PATH IS UNCOMMON AND HIS FATE SURE.” “ALL HAIL SUPREME EMPEROR MANE HARBINGER!”

They were the least of my problems at the moment. "I do have respect for everyone seated here, after all, a wise man once told me that to be alive is an honor and I should honor everyone as long as they are breathing no matter if they are young or old or close to death like these men here," I smiled, making everyone seated to grasp in horror.

He would ignore the apprentices, that was what I could perceive. "Could I kindly request your attention, esteemed comrades in arms?" Sir Hero Fiedge, a distinguished Knight Banneret, proclaimed, tapping his fork against his champagne flute to produce a clear, resonant sound. "We would like to welcome our apprentices who would be with us for a month. And with that, Honorable Knight Grand Cross Cretheus de Rosa would like to share some words."

We exchanged nods, silently acknowledging our shared presence in this crucial meeting. The head elder cleared her throat, commanding attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today to address a matter of utmost importance," she began, her voice resonating through the chamber. "Recent information has come to our attention regarding the late Alpha Theon, the tyrant whom Kyle valiantly defeated."

“So Rex,” Kiri began once they packed their cooking utensils. “I believe there is a part to this story you have not told us.” “What part is that?” Rex asked, raising one eyebrow at her. “The part where you earned the ‘blessed one’ title,” Kiri replied with a smirk. “I am most curious as to who has blessed you to elicit such a respectful response from a creature powerful enough to kill almost all of us.” Kiri’s question seemed to draw all eyes to Rex, even Cassius and Grub, even though they already knew the story.

"A person who had every reason to become smaller than she was and chose instead to become exactly what she was. Every day. In every room. Regardless of who was watching or what it cost." The ceremony ground was completely still. "That is what is being honored today," Elder Maren said. "Not just a completed bond. A person fulfilled. And a pack fortunate enough to have found its Luna." She looked at Aria and Caden. "Begin," she said simply.

“The ceremony will take place shortly after your birthday. We cannot put it off further.” Claim. The word lands wrong. Heavy. Possessive. Like I am an object that has been misplaced and finally retrieved. I stand. My legs feel oddly steady for someone whose world just tilted. I should be happy that I get to meet him finally. Though there is a part of me that wishes he never comes at all. But I doubt that would release me or give me freedom to do as I will. “So I do not get a choice,” I say. “You get dignity,” he answers “You get protection. You get to honor your obligation with grace, and become the Matriarch to a powerful dynasty.”