Noblesse: Beginning Of Destruction Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “And you said nothing?” “You would not have listened.” He did not deny that. “You believed strength would prevent fracture,” I continued. “But strength built on replacement carries tension.” “I did what was necessary,” he said firmly. “You did,” I agreed. “But necessity does not erase cost.” Nova’s voice was soft but steady. “You are saying the imbalance began with his coronation.” “Yes.” “And it has been growing ever since?” “Yes.” The newborn god folded his arms slightly. “Then my arrival was not the cause.”

This was the moment they would decide if they led with fear or with fire. Beneath the estate, Lorenzo smiled in the dark. The seeds were planted doubt, mistrust, exposure. Now he waited for the cracks to spread, for the kingdom built of ghosts and smoke to collapse. But above ground, Valentina and Alessandro prepared for the final act. They would either stand together, a monarchy reborn, or fall shattered by the echo of a man who refused to die. Tonight, they built the throne. Tomorrow, they would defend it with every secret, every blade, every prayer that love could triumph over ambition.....

The scent of her jasmine-scented shampoo mingled with the steam, creating a comforting cocoon. It took years and years of being gaslit and emotionally manipulated before she realised she was the family’s cash cow. It was only then that she decided to sever the ties. But somehow, they kept finding her; it didn’t matter where she went or what she did — someone would always reach out to her. She thought she was free since she hadn’t heard from any of them after giving birth to Leo two years ago. She thought maybe, maybe, she was finally free. Yet here they were again. She tilted her head back and let the water wash away the soap suds.

“Is that true, King Rafe? We can’t hold it all?” Zeke is standing in the wings, waiting for just this moment, and I nod to him. Dossiers are handed out in short order so each and every noble can see the toll the coup and war with Tormentia have taken on us. The nobles stare at the pages, pale, bleak, and defeated once they get to the last. “This is the newest information?” old Lord Alexander wheezes.

Athena suddenly moved in her direction. Without batting an eye, Athena continued, "Why are you so angry? My mama did not do anything to you. You look like mama, but Mama is more beautiful." Nicole's appearance became pallid as a result of what her daughter said. She is well aware that her twin is a spoiled brat who lacks confidence. "Even her daughter lacks etiquette, you see," she said abruptly. Zamiel glared at her girlfriend and shouted, "Don't talk to a youngster like that. I am not happy with the way your tongue is constructed."

His voice was a strangled whisper. Confused, Leonard inquired, "And by that, aren't you the alpha?" "Not by blood. The true Alpha was murdered. I have taken a mate. We are yet to produce an heir. The red moon can only mean the alpha's son isn't dead. Cyprus didnt complete his assignment. That explains the incessant killings. The breach against our wall. A new alliance has been formed." Rufus intoned. Pius became as white as a sheet. The new reality almost knocked him off. The past was back and it would haunt him. An alpha and a new king of Asgaria was alive and in hiding. The realization was life threatening.

But it was different when the person had to do everything to move: limping, crawling, and even dragging the lower half with a finger just to find a glitter of hope ahead, expecting to encounter even a flickering light in a dark and cold path. She realized that living while having everything could only destroy one’s soul if not being checked from time to time. In the past, Layla would always crave freedom and a bountiful life as the nobles had. Those people have money and power which allowed them to do whatever they wanted. However, she didn’t blame them to be blessed with such luxuries. Layla thought perhaps those nobles’ ancestors had worked very hard to give their descendants a good and ea

*CONFERENCE WITH THE NOBLES AND NOBLESSES* "The lycan was not supposed to be attacked," a noblesse says. A noble on her right snickers. "Are you saying that because you are attracted to him?" The nobless who first spoke and is referred to as noblesse A rolls her eyes. "That is in fact not why." "Then why?" "He is important in our mission," noblesse A says. "Which is exactly why he is not dead," a noble says

Lisha stirred at my feet and slowly pulled herself up; she took one look at Allana and said, “It's time for you to go.” It started with small pebbles falling from the hill, then larger stones and boulders; Allana’s screams echoed in the darkness as we ran to the lower ground below. Everyone stood frozen, watching as the mountainside collapsed into itself; when the dust cleared, there was nothing left, no burial ground, no spirits, no Allana, and no Lisha beside me. I slowly raised my head, shielding my eyes from the dust settling in the air, and spotted Lisha approaching Belladonna. I couldn't hear their conversation, but my heart skipped a beat when Belladonna lowered her head and kissed Li

The barrier then restored to its formerly pristine shape. “The magic of the heavens and the earth which we operate is the magic of creation, while this magic is of destruction,” Nub explained to the three of us with magic. “Creation comes first, and then destruction. If you attack destruction magic with force and with our normal methods it only strengthens it. I learnt that the hard way. Luckily, the person who cast this magic is weak in the destructive magic and would have probably taken a lot of years to strengthen the illusion from what I’m seeing here.”