Nobles Surname Novels & Stories

"I apologize, I was too distracted with your face. I think I saw you before but it seems you did not recognize me." Xu Zhengming snickered. "Hehehe... I understand. This face is really hard to forget." He even elbowed the man. Only he did observe that this man's yellow and black robes were made of luxurious silk. For sure this man is a noble and came from a high-profile family. Good thing, it seems this man isn't angered and not taking the accident personally. But judging from his headdress, not every noble is allowed to wear one. Could it be that he is a member of the imperial family? The nobleman laughed. "Yes, yes. It is rather unusual for a man to have such an alluring beau."

She leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone, “His family name is Breda. They were Italian emigrants. He switched it to Brennus. It is Gaelic for prince or raven. It suits him, eh?” “King?” I mused aloud. “Indeed,” she said. “You mean Geo?” I asked, clearly confused. “That would be his nick name, but the servants certainly don’t call him that,” she said. “What do you call him?” I asked hesitantly. “Milord, mostly,” she replied thoughtfully. “Although a few below stairs call him master.” “Master?” I said incredulously. “For sure,” she replied. “He dislikes the term majesty.”

"Excuse me?" "Was your family rich?" "Well yeah, that's a bit irrelevant though-" "Do you know any other family in Italy that has the last name Hunt and is considered to be apart of the Noble estate?" "What the hell...?" "Maybe fate does exist." Eremita comments. *** Written by Marshall Bishop.

He said it like someone mixed up the milk order, and they accidentally picked up 2% instead of skim. “My family was next in line, our family name of Constantin goes back as far as the records are kept. There is also the Dravens, which of course our Malcolm come from. And the triplets, Adrian, Alden and Abel, they are from the Nicolae family.” “What is Roman’s family?” I asked. “Dumitru,” Cian and Malcolm answered at the same time. Cian smiled, “It was their family or mine who would inherit the throne, but as you can see when the testing came back my blood was purer than theirs.”

"What do you want Angelo Angels" asked the other male in a monotonous tone, his cheeks was grim, the angelic sexy male was surprised before he smiled "I guess you really remembered everything and even everything that your ancestors knew about the household, yes our real surname is not Alessandro but Angels, Alessandro was my ancestor and the first ruler to come out from his throne and started this plan of ours, he is the first and seeing that it's a better name to take to hide more from... some prying eyes we took it so basically it's also our name" he smiled as he explained.

After all, the surname Hildegard solely belonged to the vampire royal family. "That's a nice name." "You are so perfunctory." "Nikolas." "Nikolas?" "That's my name. It sounds rather good coming out of your mouth." There was a hint of teasing in his tone. She found that since she had come out of the royal palace, he was the only one who dared to openly make fun of her! Rolling her eyes, she sighed. Usually, people would be deterred just by looking at her cold and unapproachable countenance.

I should have no use for you. "I don't!" I snapped at the girl now, and regretted it almost immediately. Turning to the young omega, I expected to see offense in her expression, instead in it I saw open curiosity. She canted her head, intensely observing me, "You sleep on the floor, have no need for the extra help and prefer I call you by your first name." Perplexed, she asked, "What type of Noble are you?" Noble; the term given to an Alpha, his family, and any other prominent werewolf figure. Replying her, I said, "The type that needs the peace and quiet the bathroom would afford her."

“Have you made up your mind on who and who is going?” “Aside from the two of us and Jason, there is Darrow, Wulfrun, Hallec, Tiana, and two other gammas; Ariston and Berion.” “What of last names?” “Can we all use Wulfblood?” “Hell, no! That’s literally telling people who you are.” Xavier sighed. “That’s my and Isabelle’s surname though. Our people use compound names as surnames. And trust me, ours is the less obvious.”

I tilted my head slightly, studying him. “Nobles?” I repeated, my voice quiet. Deadly. “Tell me, Ronan Corvin, where in our hierarchy does ‘noble’ exist?” His mouth opened. Nothing came out. The hall went still. “I know of the Luna Queen,” I continued evenly. “The King. The Alpha and Luna of packs. The Elders. Warriors. Citizens. Omegas.” I said, my voice steady, deliberate. “But nowhere in our hierarchy written or divine has there ever been a title called noble. So tell me, Ronan Corvin. Who exactly are the nobles?”

Despite various versions of the story, nobody knew for sure who its owner was. Now, three men were seated in the most luxurious VIP room on the top floor. Among them were Marc, the general manager of Holy Night, Sean Mitchell, the top lawyer of Meawood City, and Yuri Grayson, the young scion of the noble Grayson family from Imperium. These three men, along with Delbert, were known as the Four Noble Sons of Luminara, and their families were the four great aristocratic families of Imperium. Of course, these individuals not only had deep-rooted family backgrounds but also possessed remarkably handsome appearances, albeit with a cold demeanor.