Noblesse Novels & Stories

Norah says excitedly. "Keep your voice down. You're going to get us fired," I scold. Everything about my job is pretentious. Its not everyday a mess like me gets to work at a place like this, and I have to work extra hard to be just as fake and uptight as everyone else. Norah doesn’t really try. She’s a little reckless, but in a childish and innocent way. I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble.

she asked. “Glad you asked,” he said. “It's information that will help you at the ball tonight. The ones wearing a green pendant are members of the noble family, but not related by blood. They're typically knights and priests who have been sworn in. They're as loyal to Orsino Island as the royal family. The ones wearing a purple pendant, as you may have guessed, are members of the royal lineage.” “That really is good information,” Sabrina said, with a nod. “Anything else I should know before the ball tonight?”

natural flare. Massive castles, lavish banquets, pale chandeliers, elegant laces, and crimson cups of blood. Everything is like a colorful vanity painting of the nobility. Brawen took a sip of the blood that had turned into water, and didn't think much of it. It just feels like those nobles just want to show everyone how flashy they are. At this time, everyone stopped all activities, and no one asked anyone to look up at the high platform. The seat of honor. A position that no C or D rank vampire could ever reach.

Just like any other fallen noble, the only recourse is to be married in a higher family of status that can bear the Le Blanchet. “Alright enough with this, I must go on my way now.” Gautbert bid to the Rhodes couple and signaled his manservant to bring Veta along. “ W-wait Mister Gautbert!” Baroness Gracia called, and she seems to have hesitated on sending Veta away. “ What is it again? I have already wasted my time here.” It was clear that he got the upperhand even though he is a commoner, this also hurts the pride of Gracia who is still of noble birth from the count family.

Persuading her would take a lot of time. However, as she remembered Selena's last word, she jolted. Guards in nobles' mansion couldn't be a member of knight order. Those official knights were mostly nobles, so that was understandable then. Even the noble title was determined by strength. Once a noble household failed to produce an eligible knight, their nobility would be revoked. But given the privilege and resource they enjoyed, it wouldn't be hard to produce one. Asteria just realized that without getting help from both Elias and Asher, that goal of hers would be beyond reach. This was practically a pie falling into her lap from the sky.

This time to make sure that they fulfil their revenge to the end and right now, one has already started its blood crave. The Kingrad stood tall as it stared at its prey. Watching out for their movement so that it could catch them off guard. Oh yes, it couldn't wait to hear the crack of their bones. **********Notes********** The Necklace Glossary: Shifters- People who can shapeshift into animals. That doesn't make them less of a human. Not all shifters have abilities. Some find a way to create their abilities. The royal families are the ones that are always blessed with unique abilities.

"You wear no ring, child. You're here because your father needed a border treaty, not because Logan chose you to stand beside him." Veronica’s face flushed red with indignation. "He's still my fiancé—" "A title isn't a patch," Mama Rosa interrupted, her voice dropping into a low, gravelly warning that echoed off the stone fireplace. She gestured sharply to Nellie, who sat calmly sipping her coffee. "You see Nellie here? Look at the leather cut she wears when she rides. It says Property of Bones. She earned her place through decades of loyalty, war, and survival."

Unfortunately, that hope lasted less than five minutes. Millie was the first to speak. "What a surprise." Every fork stopped moving. I sighed internally. Millie looked directly at Celeste. "I never imagined someone like you could marry into this family so quickly." The implication wasn't subtle. Celeste continued eating, ignoring her. Millie smiled. "I suppose desperation makes people do extraordinary things." Celeste still didn't give a response. Millie leaned back in her chair. "Though I guess everyone has their own methods of climbing the social ladder."

“An Alpha faces claws on the battlefield. A Luna faces venom at the dinner table. Historically, noblewomen used poison far more than claws to clear their path to the throne.” Genevieve, standing at the front of the line with her friends flanking her, crossed her arms. Her nose crinkled in disgust. “This is a servant's work. A true northern noblewoman relies on her pack's loyalty, not weeds.” “Loyalty doesn't stop your heart from seizing after a sip of wine, Lady Genevieve,” Morgana snapped. She pointed a finger at the first tray. “Identify.” The court ladies stepped forward, whispering and guessing incorrectly. When they reached the silver-rimmed dish, one of the red haired noble smoothed he

the man added, his tone shifting just enough to sharpen, “when one isn’t entirely suited to the role they’re expected to play.” There it was. Not an accusation. Not directly. But close. Too close. The conversation around them thinned. Not stopped. Not entirely. But quieter. Because people noticed. They always did. Caelan set his glass down slowly. “And what role would that be?” he asked. The noble’s smile widened. “Why, that of a Southern princess, of course.” A pause. “Some roles require a certain… softness.” The word lingered. Unpleasant. “And grace,” he added. “A kind of natural disposition that not all courts cultivate equally.”