Novel & Cerita Noblesse: Beginning Of Destruction

"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

“This is unbelievable,” the commentator muttered, his emotions one with the spectating crowd. It was a common rule that when one became a Noble, they began to trim down their skills and keep only what they regarded as relevant to both their survival and advancement to godhood. Some Breaths were entirely abandoned while others were merged to produce even more powerful skills. Soon, those Breaths became Glows and those Glows became the very foundation for that Noble’s rise to ascension. After all, one’s domain was dependent upon the glows that one had mastery over.

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.”

“Imagine the person you hate the most or the person you consider your opponent groveling at your feet. Imagine the world all bowing to you. Imagine everything you wished for being yours. Now, what are the steps you will take for that to happen? Who are your pawns? Who will you tear down to make it possible? Those impure thoughts fill my head every waking moment. My thoughts are noisier than a market and they urge me towards destruction, anger, sorrow, and grief. The path I walk is a thorny, flesh-rendering path. Let me walk this path on my lonesome while you focus on procreating with my brother and making your kingdom great.” “What do you mean?” “Long Live the Empire,” Natalia whispered in h

“To Duke Kael and Duchess Elira! Who have shown us that true nobility lies not in bloodline, but in service. In healing what is broken!” The hall echoed the toast, the sound uneven, peppered with reluctant murmurs. Ilyana’s smile was a razor cut. Halfway through the third course, it happened. A nobleman in peacock feathers lurched up from a lower table, his voice slurred but cutting through the music. “—disgrace! That thing sits at the high table while true blood is questioned!” A hush fell. Then, from across the hall, a rebuttal: “Hold your tongue! The Duchess’s work saved thousands!”

“You think I see you differently because you didn’t grow up rich?” “That’s not what I meant.” “Then explain it to me.” His voice stayed calm. Which somehow made the tension sharper. Around them, music drifted softly across the rooftop while wealthy strangers laughed over champagne glasses completely unaware the emotional stability of Monaco’s most photographed billionaire was currently deteriorating beside the floral arrangements.

The entire city had descended into what felt like hell on earth. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 9 hours, 58 minutes, 2 seconds.] [World collapse is accelerating! Spatial instability is increasing! The Host is advised to speed up the sacrifice process!] Dean gritted his teeth as unbearable pain spread through his body. The loss of his life force was accelerating rapidly. “Sophia, don’t be afraid. I’m here. Very soon, you’ll wake up again.” [Vitality sacrifice in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 80%! Pain level: Maximum!]