Noblesse: Beginning Of Destruction Novels & Stories

"We grew up together. Been friends since we were kids. It was the perfect solution to both our family's demands." "Then why did she leave?" "Because she fell in love." He turns to face me fully. "With someone else. She begged me to call it off, but our families... there's too much at stake." My mind spins. All this time, I thought Hattie was just another spoiled rich girl. But she ran for love. "So what now?" Declan's smirk is back. "Going to have her arrested for fraud?" "Shut up, Declan." Henry's voice is tired. He looks at me, really looks at me, and I can't read what's in his eyes. "How much is the debt?"

He quickly closed the gate back and moved closer to stand beside her as they both stared at the gate, And back to the house he just came out from, trying to match their thoughts on the cause of the problem. As Natasha looked at the boss’s beautiful mansion, she quickly forgot about the problem that happened a while ago. She was mesmerized by how tall and well constructed the building was. She remembered that she hadn’t taken her time to view the building. She opened her mouth wide in excitement, wondering how lucky their boss' wife is for living in a mansion like this. She wished the mansion belonged to Daniel. Daniel on the other hand went to return the bucket and the short towel he used to

"I am the—" The vortex claimed him. Chains of moonlight—echoes of the naming—snapped from the shattered dome, binding his form as they had the assassin. But this was no mere judgment; it was unraveling. Four centuries compressed, not into agony, but into oblivion: every stolen life, every twisted ambition, feeding back into the serpent's maw until it choked on its own tail. Valois screamed once—a sound that echoed through Prague's stones, felt by every old bloodline from here to the Carpathians—then imploded, his throne shattering into a thousand glinting scales that rained harmlessly to the floor.

The card read simply: "For tomorrow's rebirth. - V" I touched the earrings gently, understanding the symbolism. Tomorrow marked not just a business success but my emergence from the ashes. My introduction to the world that had forgotten Camille Lewis, the world about to meet Camille Kane. Let them celebrate tonight, I thought. Let them bask in their triumph, their perfect love story, their bright future together. Tomorrow belonged to me. And all the tomorrows after that. What awaited them was far worse than fire. It was the precise, methodical deconstruction of everything they believed secure. The surgical removal of every support structure. The clean, untraceable dismantling of their perfec

Isabella~ “Open your eyes, Bella.” I felt a gentle tap on my cheek and I opened my eyes. Xavier was standing in front of me. “Xavier, Nathan… I want to go there.” I tried to get up from my bed, but Xavier held my shoulder and stopped me. “Bella, you need to rest now. We can't change fate.” Nathan’s death is a shock for all of us. Xavier’s face filled with sadness. “No, this was not fate; it was a mistake. He died at my place. Jordan Lucas planted that bomb for me but Nathan died.” I cried loudly, remembering the sad news I heard a few hours ago over my phone from a police officer.

"Now that they have been contaminated, I might as well destroy them all." After the television, I went for the antique vase, then the portrait hanging on the wall… With a straight face, I smashed all the valuables in the house. I wanted to destroy everything. Instead of letting them enjoy the convenience of having those valuables, I'd rather have a house full of trash. Just as I swung the golf club toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, someone flung open the front door. "Harvey Spencer, have you lost your mind?"

He viciously smirks, not minding the evil face. Nero finally has the reason to get rid of those arrogant noblemen that keep bugging him like a pest. It doesn't matter to him who they are. The noble's greed is like poison giving them a temporary illusion that they can infect the imperial family while acting loyally to the empire. He became busy doing his mission and those rats are getting arrogant after the tiny freedom they thought they have. Nero thinks of a vicious plan and decides not to go to the palace. He remembers Grimald and an evil smile let out on his lips. Nero silently schemes on how he can torture the nobles who betrayed the royal family. Nero calls for Carson. End of chapter 25

"I'm not destroying it Hannah! I'm burning it! There's dignity in fire that you'll never understand with your spreadsheets and 'human chains." He took a swig of *Heritage* wine the wine of our shared history spilling down his chin like blood. He threw the bottle against the stone well the glass shattering like a break in our family. "You think you're noble " he sneered, his voice dropping to a rasp. "You're like me. You wanted power. You just wanted people to love you while you had it. At least I'm honest about the destruction." "I am nothing like you " I whispered, feeling like my skin was being peeled away by the heat. "I stood in Rome. Fought for what mattered. You're standing in the dirt

One afternoon, a young nobleman, a man with a cruel smirk and a reputation for arrogance, had taunted him. “What’s the matter, Destroyer?” he had sneered, circling him. “Feeling sorry for the peasants? Did you get a little too close to the fire? Maybe you should have let the monster have them. It would have been one less mouth to feed.” Androkles hadn’t said a word. He had just moved, a blur of motion and steel. His attacks had no longer been precise, calculated strikes.

"The Church is hungry. The Church demands more." Camilla's smile faltered. "This wasn't supposed to happen yet." Lucien lowered the knife. "What's going on?" The names began to crack and the stone split, dust rained down. The candles flared, then died, plunging them into darkness broken only by glowing names. Gabriel's voice…their voices—rose to a shriek. "Blood calls to blood. The heir must choose. The bloodline burns or is reborn." Catalina's knees buckled. She didn't understand. But she felt something ancient waking. And it wanted everything.