Noblesse: Beginning Of Destruction Novels & Stories

But I realized that my worries are just useless when I heard what she said The nobles then looked at the girls infront of me with disgust. One of the things that the nobles of this empire hate is a noble who doesn't have a blood of a noble. Those people are the ones who are buying their title and not inherited. Because to them, they are just a bunch of commoners who are trying hard to be belong of the high society. "Then, I'll be leaving now ladies" Of course I waited for them to bow even though I know that their knees are about to fall now.

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,

Worn thin by years, by worry, by the sheer absurdity of shattered crockery representing defiance. Novah looked at the mess. The spilled broth had darkened the stone floor. Shards glittered dully in the weak light. It looked less like strength now, more like a child’s tantrum. A messy, dangerous outburst. Torin’s words echoed: *Destruction is easy. Control is the discipline.*

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