Noble Origins Novels & Stories

The old lady's hand gently stroked my cheek, her eyes affectionate as if looking at her own granddaughter. "Ethan did well in the dining hall just now. That is how a man of our family should act." "Those obstinate old relatives only have eyes for that pitiful inheritance rights." "But they forget, the reason the Rothschild family has stood tall for centuries is never due to so-called 'pure bloodlines' or 'having many offspring'." She looked into my eyes, speaking every word with resounding force: "What we value is the nobility of the soul, not the womb."

The more records we reviewed, the less interested we became in continuing that tradition. Most of the ancient noble houses no longer existed. Some had died. Others had fractured. A few had simply become irrelevant. The Void was rebuilding. That meant we had a choice. And for once— We chose differently. The new nobles would not be selected by blood. They would be selected by ability. The decision caused outrage among exactly three people. Everyone else loved it. The former merchant who had organized an entire settlement after awakening? Noble. The woman who had coordinated food distribution across three districts?

His family was not exceptionally affluent, with just an unassuming community and palace under their influence as well as a little copper mine that filled in as their fundamental kind of revenue. Initially a tracker, the progenitor[3] of the Norton family enlisted in the multitude of the establishing sovereign, Krissen I, as a scout in the wake of hearing an invitation to battle reverberated by a gathering of voyaging troubadours. He has since experienced many fights and achieved numerous deeds, winning the trust and favor of the sovereign and conceded knighthood, notwithstanding being of laborer birth.

A good sunny morning for me should be a hell to the two ladies. I smiled as I walked towards the two. It is really a good thing that I am not raised by my parents as a down-to-earth woman. I am willing to fight anyone who’s insulting my origin even if those are from a noble family. Anyway, the prejudice against the poor wasn't as bad as it was decades ago. The commoners were seen as the country’s people — the most important resource of each and every business. However, the nobles always saw themselves as a higher being than anyone and continued the prejudice that should have been long gone.

But even in our most ancient writings there is a cloud of secrecy surrounding our very beginnings. Some say the first of us was born from the mating of an angel and a human woman. Still others say it was an angel not of the light, but of the dark one. There might be a bit of truth in both tales. Some of us are darker than others. I happen to fall somewhere in the middle. My family is one of the most ancient of our kind. Pure of line. We've never mixed with anything other than our own. Over the centuries that purity has gained us more strength, making us the noble house not only by blood, but also by our powers.

To be from a true line of nobles, a family that had founded Vermillion City, was a rarity these days. Noble families, like ancient trees, often withered and fell over time. Inept heirs, internal strife, and the relentless tides of power often led to their decline, replaced by ambitious newcomers eager to claim their mantle. Agnus, however, was a living relic, a testament to the enduring legacy of his ancestors. I returned his bow, mimicking the precise gesture I had practised countless times during my days at Brightwing Academy. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as I recalled the hallowed halls and the lessons learned within them.

The Origins that founded the country had this disease and their descendants inherited it. With that knowledge, they have come to an agreement that the House of Dragomir, the first Origins that contracted the disease, will be the monarchs and other Origins will act as their advisors on how to govern the country as they formed a court that was known as The Higher Court. However, the pioneers that didn't contract the disease were known as The Lesser Gentry for their mortal origins and their descendants remained as humans but knew the secret that the Royal family and The Higher Court kept from the commoners.

He had the aura of an aristocrat, elegant but gentle, like the European gentlemen in paintings. Jenna couldn't help but to sigh. It seemed that the characters and aura of people were decided since birth. There was a saying, 'three generations are not enough to cultivate a noble'. Jenna thought that it was a little far-fetched, as Rayan was born a noble, and he was born with an aura like this. It had nothing to do with wealth.

“This… supposedly extinct kind of wolf was known to have healing abilities. And they were an ancient lineage, the most noble in our world.” There it was. My heart started racing again. I had argued with Lily about this so many times, now. But she was just a voice in my head, and I couldn’t help that she knew my every thought and emotion. Hearing it from Nolan’s lips was something else entirely. So I was born noble, after all. I just never knew it. And right on cue, there she was. You are not only noble, Lily said to me. You are royalty. More noble than the Lycans.

It is an undeniable fact that the descendants of noble bloodlines are more likely to become professionals. Bloodline mages are the best example of this. As long as they awaken their talents, they can become mages and advance over the years. The founders of the great kingdoms and duchies on the continent can all be traced back to the bloodline of the sons and daughters of the gods, collectively known as the Divine Bloodline, and only the Divine Bloodline has the right to found a country.