Noblesse: Beginning Of Destruction Novels & Stories

They’d need my written permission. They were no longer the McLarens. Just a broken family with no power, no empire, no legacy. I watched Venice collapse into tears, mascara bleeding down her cheeks. I watched Elias clench his fists. And I smiled. "Shall I pour more champagne?" Tomas asked, his tone dry as ever. I raised my glass and clicked it against the edge of the table. "Why not? Let’s celebrate the death of old money—and the birth of new royalty." From my penthouse window, the city blinked with lights like it knew I had arrived. Not the forgotten girl in the attic. Not the intern with callused hands and a silent cry for help.

“No. I wanted you. And now I don’t know who you are.” Elara took a step toward him. “Neither do I. But you were right. The throne was never mine to sit on.” She glanced at the crumbling dais. “It was meant to be destroyed.” Silence lingered. Then Kael moved between them. “You both keep talking like this story’s over. It’s not. The nobles will rise. The southern courts won’t honor a leader with no bloodline claim.” “I’m not asking them to,” Elara said, voice sharpening. “Let them come. Let the world see what rises from ash when gods fall.”

“This isn’t just about sparring—it’s about respect, reputation, and reminding everyone where they stand. And trust me, the nobles are going to make it as humiliating as possible without outright breaking decorum.” I glanced back at Owen, who was glaring at Dorian with barely concealed anger, and Lucas, who looked like he’d swallowed something sour. Nora and Owen’s wife seemed equally uneasy, their expressions betraying their growing realization of what they’d walked into. Around us, the nobles began rising from their seats, the mood shifting from subdued hostility to something more openly charged and vicious. They were… enjoying the prospect, practically salivating for the chance to beat the

Adriano's father, his face etched with concern, took a deep breath and said, "Adriano, I implore you to stop this madness. What you're doing is not only illegal but deeply immoral. You're destroying lives." Alessio's voice trembled with fury. "You're destroying her life, manipulating a girl who has no knowledge of your sinister plans. Is this the legacy you want for our family?" Adriano's face filled with anger, his obsessions consuming him. "I won't let anyone come between us. Emilia is mine." Alessio's eyes blazed with paternal protectiveness. "No, Adriano. I won't allow you to ruin that girl's life. She deserves better than to be ensnared in the darkness you're weaving."

"Looks like you're actually leaving, huh? I can't believe my life long wish is finally coming true. It'd be good riddance indeed." I rolled my eyes at Gary's words and his very presence that was already unsettling as it is. I was not in the mental state to deal with his bullshit. "Now really isn't the time, Gary. Please leave me alone." "What? Trouble in paradise already? You know, they say the nobles take mistresses because their mates cannot sate their wealth of desire. Apparently their power is so vast that they tend to break their mates after simply one night with them and they, therefore, take multiple women and use them as they see fit. Seems like with great power also comes with great

Still, their mouths shut tight in case that presence changed their mind. “I will not harm you as long as you answer my question sincerely.” They didn’t even bother to answer that voice. “You don’t want to? You’re acting poorly. All the leftover mercy that I have on you has disintegrated. Fine, I understand.” The voice exclaimed small. What? What? The nobles couldn’t understand what was happening. Something was wrong yet they didn’t point their finger where. The voice released a long mournful sigh. “Fine, I will kill you to honor your dignity.”

he said as he jumped down from the balcony, I finished drinking the tea, so I called a servant over to clean the dishes. And, I started to prepare for the event later. **** “So, what do you want to say for yourselves” Father, Grand Duke Mauvis Louelle Revoltoir asked the “Criminals” as he sat on the chair in the main hallway, in front of him, there they are, the filthy criminals who broke the sacred rule.

A monstrous laugh roaring through the silent environment. *** Since then the situation of people of Orbloem never improved but gradually detoriated. The once flourished Nation was on the verge of extinction. But the palace didnt lose any of its majesty. The treasure Edward hogged for was full till the hilt. Every passing day the subjects prayed for a saviour, a person who could only end this tyranny.

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!”

It walked as they were being controlled. My eye fell on Sophia, it was night now, so her eyes were back to normal, but I knew by morning, they would be white again. What a cruel fate. All seven nobles start to fade away. "The tribunal is ended," the woman says. "Justice has been served." And then they're gone. The crystalline walls disappear. We're back in Kane's destroyed living room. Sophia is on the floor, reaching for Kane, who keeps backing away from her.