Noblesse Frankenstein Novels & Stories

“I’ve met the owner of that mansion! His name is Richard…the heir of the Cardinals! And when that accident happened, I watched everything. I was talking with Richard.” Frank gaped. “Does he look like a vampire, Sonya?” He chuckled. “Excuse me, Sonya?” a man greeted from Sonya’s back direction and Frank stared at that man. Sonya turned her head around. She was surprised. “Richard!” She turned her head to Frank. Richard smiled at her. “What a coincidence! Do I interrupt….?” He turned his eyes to Frank. Frank cleared his throat and rose from his seat. “No. I should leave and go back to my work!” He snatched a serviette paper from the table to wipe his fingers. “See you next, Sonya!” He grabbed

“Explain” “What’s to explain? They’re dead. All dead. The whole family.” It’s a good thing I no longer breathe through necessity. This news had just rendered me mute. Not a single thought crossed my mind. The Dumonceaus were an old, noble family from The Netherlands. They were also a strong ally. Largely ambivalent to who was on the throne, they were decidedly unimpressed with Carlotta’s choice to mandate the transition to vampires. Now they were gone.

“So quick to forget what it feels like to be a low-born…” “We need to let everyone know that this redhead has turned into a disgusting noble…”

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips

snorting heavily at Lord Taylor who was being stirred to a brothel by two beautiful women " They look down on commoners yet don't mind taking advantages of them ! If they worked properly ,some of these people might have a chance at a better life " Chelsea understood where Ron was coming from - Noble , an honourable title , an imposing and magnificent rank from birth . A noble was one who must be selfless, stand up consistently for what's good and right even when it's unseen or unpopular, and never yield their integrity to what's convenient . Nobles must care more about others than themselves. They should adapts to the needs of those around them . This was what it means to be a perfect '

"Maybe. He seems to be a part of a privileged family. The Count of Nazel is a tenacious vampire. He used to bang heads with me." "How daunting." the maid grumbled. "This probably explains the vampire's beautiful physique. "Let's say that the bracelet belongs to him and he is the son of a fearful privileged count, how in the world did he become that rubbish and filthy? As well as the question, how did he get this far in the East?"

in a cold, collected tone that seemed to contain something. Mr. Étienne made a gentle approach to me. He grabbed me by my collar and said, "You dare slap her on the face. I kept giving her princess treatment because her value is something you won't even compare. I can't even touch a strand of her hair. It seems like you have completely forgotten our deal. Why? Can't your ego take it?" He chuckled. I was fighting the urge to punch him even though I was slowly burning inside.

“Isn’t the food great? The absence of the light smell of blood that pervades the area would have made it so much more appealing,” “Hmmm…I think the dog stench in the air is what makes me want to throw up. I wonder what kind of dogs the King is breeding right now. They probably don’t even know how to wash themselves,” A noble vampire replied as he stood alone with a wine glass in his hands, responding to the words he heard the werewolf noble say. He had no idea what his name was but his clothes were rich and expensive enough for him to tell that the other person was also a noble as his eyes wandered over his body while he constantly adjusted the glasses he wore on his face.

I'd left it three years later as a woman who knew exactly what monsters looked like in expensive suits. The ballroom was full of people I recognized. There was Victoria Ashford in silver, already positioning herself near the bar where Alexander would stand. There was Eleanor Sterling, surveying the room like a queen inspecting her kingdom. And there, across the room, was Alexander. Thirty-two years old. Devastating in a custom tuxedo. Every inch the billionaire heir who'd charmed me senseless in another lifetime. He was talking to a congressman, that practiced smile on his face the one that didn't reach his eyes. I'd thought that smile was mysterious once. Now I knew it just meant he was bor

Peirce shook his head, “You sounded just like my grandma with the way you talk earlier.” “Hm?” “Just that she is more calmer and a better person than you.” “Comparing me to an inhumane! Ha! Behold, don’t look down on me.” Frankenstein said as he removed is coat. Peirce widened his eyes at the sight of the person in front of him. Revealing upper half of Frankenstein's body glowing black and the sides from his ribcage down was hairy in silver fur just like he was in a beast mode with both arms and neck marked like the Nymphs.