Novel & Cerita Noblesse: Beginning Of Destruction

She stopped herself from continuing. 'I hate when they do that.' Seeing her constrict expression, Sol knew that he could force her to finish what she wanted to say. But, if this story was related to Lilith, then it was her story to tell. Relieved, Camelia coughed a little, "So, during those times, those who were truly in power were the nobles. Sadly for them, Mars came and destroyed their influence. But now–" "Now the heir of the throne is just a little kid without much power." Sol finished for her.

“How do you do, Jobalt?” The demon whistles. “I'm good. Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?” I hardly care about how he is feeling. I just want any kind of distraction from the pit in my stomach that’s only gotten worse since I made my exit from the mansion earlier. Ever since before arriving at Crestbane, I knew Nobles were grossly competitive. In their world, might is right, and brutality is rewarded. They do what it takes to survive and excel. So why the hell didn’t I put it together sooner?

Her husband was a broken, feral shell rotting in his own bedchamber, unable to save himself, let alone her crown. I watched as Nikolai’s shadow warriors marched up the royal stairs, their heavy iron boots echoing loudly against the marble as they surrounded Lord Vance and a screaming, struggling Tanya, stripping them of their formal medals and dragging them down toward the Citadel dungeons. I stood in the center of the ruined gala, the void inside my chest remaining perfectly still. The slow-burn revenge was no longer a dream in the mud of the Dead Woods. The financial spine of the Western Kingdom had just been broken in front of the entire world, and the tribunal hadn't even officially begu

They did not matter—if anything, I believed they got what they deserved, for being part of the nobles, for being a part of the families responsible for the death of other innocent people, for simply being born into such powerful families that dared to think they could use them to get to me like they did with my father. I hated the noble families—I still do. I do not think I hate anything or anyone more than I do with them—and the sad fact is, most of the council members are from the noble families. Only by getting rid of such families will peace reign in the kingdom, for every thing that has happened—every mishap, every downfall, every attack, and every single conspiracy is a result of them,

Alessia stared into the dark corner of the room, her voice low and dangerous: "He destroyed our family. Now it’s time to destroy his throne." Silence thickened — heavy and real. Nikolai slid next to her, his fingers brushing hers. Not romantic, but something deeper. A promise. "You’re not alone anymore." She exhaled, shaky but alive. "Let’s end this." Outside, thunder cracked again — louder than before. War had officially begun.

Isolde whispered, her words dripping with a chilling finality. Elder Noble’s strength waned, and his legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his life slipping away with every passing second. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Isolde’s cold, unfeeling eyes, a silent reminder that within the coven’s shadowed depths, secrets had a way of being silenced, no matter the cost.

thank you for your cooperation" Mr.Welsh replied, leaving the Hazel's house with jonz. Jude took Hazel's phone to a hacker , in order to unlock Hazel's phone. Jude was sweating, waiting for the hacker to finish his job. "Why is it taking so long?" Jude asked, "Give me ten minutes, almost done," the hacker replied. Ten minutes later the hacker had hacked Hazel's phone with ease, he gave it to Jude who was still sweating, Jude unlocked the phone, checked the call history, and he copied out the last number Hazel called. He gave the number to the hacker, requesting the hacker to find who the number was registered to. The hacker with a serious look on his face, searched for who the number was re

“Destruction isn’t justice.” Brandon searched her face. “They’ll fight you,” he said. “They’ll make it ugly.” “They already have,” she replied. “Justice isn’t clean. But it’s the only thing that ends this without creating another grave.” He exhaled, slow. “I’d follow you anywhere,” he said. “Even into hell.” Julia stepped into him then, pressing her forehead to his chest. “I don’t want hell,” she said. “I want the truth to stand in the light long enough to matter.”

"What's relevant is that I understand what it's like to want revenge and I understand what it's like to need help getting it." She was quiet again. Then she said, "There's something else going on. Something bigger than just Damien trying to steal my inheritance." "What do you mean?" "I found a letter from my father. He said my mother's death wasn't an accident and that someone killed her to get access to the company." She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of the letter. "He mentioned offshore accounts, but I don't know where they are or what's in them." I read the letter carefully. This changed things. If Aurora's mother had been murdered, then Damien's betrayal was part of a long

"Why tell me this? Why not just let me die ignorant?" "Because Marcus died ignorant. He never knew I was his destroyer. Never understood how completely I owned him. But you—you get to know. You get to see the architecture of your ruin. That is my gift to you. Complete awareness as everything burns." "What about Grace? Your grandniece? You will destroy her life too?" Knox's expression flickered. Just for a second. "Grace is unfortunate collateral. But necessary. The Cross bloodline ends today. Completely. No survivors. No legacy."