Noblesse: Beginning Of Destruction Novels & Stories

"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.

It was something I had always wanted to do. Now, with his mind completely broken, I had the perfect reason. "Darling, don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me here." I patted his face, suddenly feeling amused. "Darling? I'm not your wife anymore. You've killed me with your own hands." I hoped the psychiatric ward could cleanse Gideon of his sins. In the end, I donated all five million dollars to the Children's Fund. March's spring breeze blew gently. My life was about to begin.

I exhaled the smoke and said, “The only place meant for traitors and thieves is six feet in the ground.” I walked to the window, staring down at the lighted city. The door opened and Alessandro was ushered in by my boys. “Hey bro,” Alessandro greeted as we exchanged pleasantries before we both sat down. “Sandro.” I said, returning the gesture causally. He grabbed the whiskey on the table and poured himself a drink. Alessandro and I have come a very long way and have been close friends because of his loyalty. “I think we should celebrate you successfully taking down your enemy,” he said, raising his glass to a toast.

Once more, the world—her world—is dying. Additionally, the Noble and the Masked Man are destroying one another. Not with swords. Using words. Using memory. With grief. “You ruined her,” the Masked Man snarls, dragging the Noble to his knees with a wave of divine power. “You caged her. Bound her in chains and called it love.” “She would’ve destroyed herself!” the Noble shouts back, blood in his teeth, eyes glowing with silver. “You only fed the fire she was trying to control!”

I responded with coldness before I dashed back to the three noble estates. Blood and roars resonated throughout the three noble estates I visited. Without being seen or acknowledged, I waltzed on their turf, strangely leaving blood petal traces—a subspace, as my wife showed me. Peace quickly turned to chaos as their people panicked. Everyone fought to defend their possessions, but witnessing one of them transform into a fallen rogue felt like a nightmare from which they wished to awaken. They feared their family. ‘Oh, they’re funny. You already told them, but look, just seeing a fallen rogue, they decided to kill them on sight.’

Willingly wrought by hands that had once braided my daughter's hair and signed treaties that promised peace to generations yet unborn. The Council no longer existed, not in any meaningful sense. After Celestina's blood painted the marble floors of the great hall, transforming ancient stone into a canvas of my rage, the remaining nobles had faced a simple choice: bow or vanish. Most chose to bow, their spines bending like wheat before the storm, their eyes empty of everything but the will to survive another day in a world that no longer made sense. But the ones who vanished? The ones who thought distance or death might protect them from my reach?

They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans. In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-like gleam, remained unsullied, a stark contrast to the fallen king at their feet. It was as though they had shed the last vestiges of humanity, consumed by the ravenous hunger for power.

"The five rogue packs of the alliance dismantled their siege weapons before the sun reached its peak. They have dissolved their treaties, stripped the Vance and Jaxon bloodlines of all titles, and surrendered their border territories to the Royal Treasury. The rebellion is dead." Natalia looked at the remains of the men who had defined her life with pain and humiliation. For eighteen years, she had been a ghost in their world, a broken piece of property to be beaten, chained, and cast aside into a cursed forest. Now, their crowns were gone, their lineages were erased, and their physical existence had been reduced to a grim warning on a servant’s tray. Strangely, she felt no sudden rush of wi

„You have something to say, don't forget, you are some meowing cats, if in front of the great gentlemen you are rich, here in the south you are slaves of the truth, you boast of your great fortunes in your France, here in the south you are some famous leaves in the fierce wind, where is your great nobility, where d'Avignon? The count spat like a mad platter at the gladiator, who was looking at his three great boyars, who were upside down, a thoughtless deed cost him dearly like a life, in vain the two knights tried to stop him, it was too late, for the count who looked with evil eyes at this cyclops that prevented his great achievements and plans had fallen to the tank, where he thought he w

All the other nobles who were invited and was not poisoned joined them ready to kill who ever caused this, now not finding any other way. Tressa took a slow, deliberate step forward, the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble floor, the sound eerily calm amidst the rising panic. She tilted her head, swirling the last remnants of wine in her glass before tossing it aside carelessly, the crystal shattering into a thousand fragments at her feet. “My, my," she mused, amusement dancing in her cold eyes as she gazed upon the nobles, their weapons drawn, their expressions twisted with fury and fear "What a lively crowd we have tonight.”