Medieval Noble Houses Novels & Stories

"We are nobles but rogues." Crown Prince Henricus clasped his hands. "It is because the House of Cantavalle contributed a cumbersome amount of manpower back in the rogue war five hundred years ago. Your ancestors have been asked what wish they wanted before they have been granted a noble title, marquis." He heaved out a sigh. "Your ancestors disregard the wish. However, since your father became the patriarch, he has demanded my father recall the royal lycan family's promise."

"I thought I'd have to send a search party when you didn't come round earlier on, last week." With a forced small smile, Sephora was grateful for his lightness. "I needed a distraction. I hoped you might offer me one." It was a half-truth, but with wells of honesty to it. "Always," he beamed, offering his skinny arm in jest. Their family was never one for fighting, always for reading and knowing. They had always stuck to the principle that you can fight all you want, but if you don't know how to fight? You can never win. Knowledge was their weapon, and pens were their swords... This is partially why many of the High and Mid noble houses forgot that they were even a noble family at all, and n

They ruthlessly took innocent lives, yet the duke of their region, who held absolute control, only cared for the aristocratic class. 'Then again, that is the way of the Lancaster House. Only those who carry noble blood are worth something to them.’ Evelyn's beautiful face marred into a frown, evidently showing her dissatisfaction. House Lancaster was a house that was just as old as House Pendragon, having existed before the great tides of House Scarlet came into existence. House Pendragon once held immeasurable military authority but later had some of this power reduced during the region of Empress Rosalina. Who created House Scarlet for the sake of her youngest son. After he took on the Sca

Because of the same reason, she would never understand the Earl's worries and resentment. Just twenty years ago, Vallas was an independent kingdom, the southern garden of the continent, and House Valverde was the most outstanding of the noble families in the region. Yet when the war started, the three oldest sons were the first to die against the enemy, and only the fourth and youngest, Enmanuel, managed to survive.

“You are worthless.” When I was nine, my mother said words that affected my whole life. It was the first time I have heard of those words, but I’m sure they aren’t nice. After learning what those words meant, I worked hard to find my worth. In this world, humans are divided into three classes: the nobility, the clergy, and the peasants. My family belongs to the noble lineage of Timmerhaus, an honorable clan made by outstanding instructors and philosophers. Count Seloriett Moroan Timmerhaus. The esteemed head of the house, who excels in hunting and agriculture. He unified the ideas of Eastern Lorelei and the Empire of Marluke to create an excellent farming culture.

" She paused, then approached closer to Ethan in an appeasing manner. "So … What was Athena's background?" "For the Huxley family to take so much risk for her, she must be quite something," said Ethan. He pondered for a while. Then, he said, "Everyone knew about the Four Great Families of Jaedornia. But there were also the Two Noble Houses, and they are more powerful than the Four Great Families." Penelope excitedly offered Ethan a drink and said, "Go on." Ethan sipped on his tea. He continued, "The Two Noble Houses of Jaedornia are the Hamilton and Sawyer families."

I thought that if i disappeared, it may look like I was kidnapped and this would buy me some much needed time but it seems like I was wrong. If only it were possible for me to have a look on the emblem that those knights had on their armor. Each noble house in the kingdom bas knights and each of them had an emblem or a symbol that was used to depict and identify their houses. Hence, it only makes sense that knights from each of the noble families would have the emblems of the houses that they serve on their armors and they are owned by such noble house.

Chuckling, I quickly descended the stairs two at a time. Our home and land were from the old family of my mother. The Avalons were wealthy knights and merchants who were close to the King. Being in the King's favor granted my ancestors numerous houses, land and people. We became Spain's wealthiest and oldest family. The lived lavish lives, eminent by the parties and balls they held in our ancestral home. It wasn't long before they got addicted with gambling and women. Slowly, our properties dwindles to pay off our debts. It didn't helped the wars razed by our king. Until we were left only with our ancestral home and the vineyard. If not for my great-great-great-great grandfather, our home a

I ask my maid to bring my breakfast to my room which is where I spend the day. I study the history of the nobles living in the palace. Most of them are descended from the same old families that have been connected to Ambrose's family for generations. I make notes, putting my thoughts on paper until I'm surrounded by a mess of parchment. I sketch the best rendition of the sigil I can remember, but even my memory is starting to fade, its exact rendition becoming fuzzy.

One of these nobles comes from a noble house famed for generating creative individuals, with a generation of their house producing singers and novelists alike, as well as controlling the empire's most prominent newspaper. Another nobility is part of the government officials, with positions ranging from chief to executive head coming from this family. They are probably well-known for their intellect and expertise. Finally, this noble house is noted for being discreet about their business; few people are aware of them unless they are part of the royal family's close circle. Bella, who had been with the royal family since the beginning, knew this nobility. She purposely chose these three houses