Noblesse Raizel Novels & Stories

In a heartbeat, all eyes, heads, and fingers suggested to her—to the auburn-haired birthday girl whose eyes of amber were on the verge of crying. “Her!” All of them cried out at her. Sasha’s heart was hammering against her chest. Yet, all she could do is stand and breathe and pray to the Moon Goddess on whatever the Shadow Wolves plan to do to her. The Shadow Beta took a step towards her, then another. But every step the brown-eyed werewolf took is a tear that slowly escaped from her eyes. “I am Razel, one of the Betas of Alpha Alain—who will also soon be your Alpha.”

But the coldness on my back isn’t going away and the golden light continues to swirl around me. “Despite my imprisonment… This ritual to select the true ruler was given to me by Selene herself. It is not part of my imprisonment, and I will always appoint the true ruler…” Raziel’s voice comes, but it’s getting fainter, “Take us to victory… child.” Suddenly, the whirling energy and the gold light abruptly vanish. Silence settles and all that remains is the thumping of my heart. I’m on all fours on the chamber floor. Even Luna is silent…

Could this be… His thoughts were abruptly cut off when he heard his name. “Alpha.” The old priestess of the Silver Crest Pack, Lilith Raziel, stepped into the infirmary, holding a long staff in her left hand. Her long white hair fell past her waist, and though she stood at a modest height, her presence was commanding. Her pale eyes held an ancient depth, as though they carried stories that were never meantt to be told. Wrinkles lined her skin, yet they only added to her quiet, unsettling grace.

She looked at him curiously, “But I don’t have mana.” “I know. You are the only person in the entire kingdom who only has this mana. Even little kids have much more than you.” She just shrugged and sat beside him. She stared at him who looked calm and collected, which is an improvement from his anger at Count Toivo earlier. His aura got even different. Lady Vienna could remember the only time Duke Raizel looked like that. It was when she first met him in the Rouge guild. Looking at him now, he looked different. He seemed calmer.

Raizen rushed to his dad and sat on his lap. “I decided to just dwell on this situation. The moon goddess herself keeps on pushing me into this marriage and if I continue to be stubborn, Crimson Twilight and the werewolf clan itself will suffer. I admit that when Ynez was the queen, she’s great at it,” Raizel says. My family and I were surprised by what he said. Romaine went to him and slapped him. Her nephew was surprised. “What was that for, big sister?!” Raizel roars.

[Dear Aysel, I hope you will never have to receive this letter. But if you do then either I am unable to reach you or I am gone. If either of these happens, I want you to join the Royal pack as the beta. The authorities won’t refuse as they are bound to keep the last request of a dying wolf. I know this is probably a selfish request, but… this way I can keep you safe even after I am gone. I serve Prince Azriel, the next-in-line monarch. Being in his circle will keep you from falling prey to countless things. I hope you will consider this. Remember I will always love you and always be with you. Love, Kaizen]

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

I saw strange beings with various colors of skin, different types of dragons, fae, vampires, pixies, itches, warlocks, werefolks, and ones I don’t have the words to describe. Each being spent hours pouring information to me. Histories, lore, policies, pantheons and so much more. It felt like weeks without a break. So many thoughts and new things to learn. Raza showed up as well, departing the histories of her people, explaining the blood of Bronzetail. They were the last line of Raza’s direct descendants. It made so much more sense now why she was targeted. Funny enough, no one seemed to realize that the Bronzetail name worked just like the Tirisil name. Another interesting point.

Something that had been growing into the power over the years he carried it, the way roots grow into stone. "His attachment to it," I said. "His specific individual connection," Marcus said. "The part of him that was the origin point. What made him the first wolf and not merely the strongest wolf in existence. He looked at me. "That is what has been sitting in the deep place all this time. It is not a weapon. It is not a deliberate trap he left behind. It is simply what he lost when the power was taken, and could not recover because the power has been sealed inside the Royal bloodline ever since."

And as soon as she removed her hood, Minerva immediately gasped in surprise. The woman who spoke earlier had a beautiful blonde hair. She was too pretty that Minerva was stunned. However, that wasn't the sole reason why she was shocked. The woman's eyes… she had green jeweled eyes! "Sister!" Zinnia yelped in surprise that made Minerva shocked even further. "I'm sorry, what?" The green jeweled eye woman giggled, "Oh my, Roland was truly right. You were indeed adorable." She smiled and continued, "My apologies for not introducing myself. I'm Claire Raphaela de Zielony. Nice to finally meet you, Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea."