Noblesse Raizel Novels & Stories

As she raised her ankle skirts up, high enough for more than half of her thighs to be seen. In shock, both Hurai and Fera turned to look at each other, abandoning all animosity towards each other at that very moment before turning their heads back to face Raigel. “My name Is Raigel. From today. In each of our lessons, I would be teaching you about one of the strongest weapons women have in their arsenal,” Raigel said moving closer to the whiteboard beside her, before proceeding to write just three big letters on it. [S. E. X] “Do the both of you know what this means?” Rachel asked with a sleepy expression in her eyes, while the smile on her lips, showed that she was enjoying herself a lot.

Raizel wasn't fully asleep. As an experienced C.I.A, she was never, in her life, sleep without a care. As an agent facing dangers at all times, and also as a swordman, her guard never lowered once in her life. Because her reincarnation process was not complete, her memories and experience of the previous life were still with her. However, her grief, regret, anger, and all other feelings were renewed. She guesses that it has something to do with what Creos was writing on the floor of that space.

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

If Brenna wanted to play, Giselle would be glad to play with her! Giselle had gotten nothing to lose! As the Stephern’s omega lost in her thoughts, her ears caught the sound of rustling and footsteps then it came with a foil smell. Giselle’s wolf immediately got into her cautious mode, ready to fight. She did not have to wait for long before the comer came to sight. It was Raiz. “I see that you’re awake,” Raiz said. Raiz walked in, unarmed. The devilish Raiz looked too comfortable and relaxed while he should not have been so.

Excitement hummed in the air. Raziel stopped in front of a covered platform that was hitched to a pair of stags. It hovered in the air, the invisible force that held it flattening the grass beneath. “An anti-gravity device?” Andrea muttered, bending down to peer beneath. “I will not speak to your back!” Matilda shouted, and squealed as Raziel picked her up and dumped her unceremoniously on top of the sled behind the driver. “Andrea.” She looked up at Mathin, who was seated on his stag. Bloodlight snorted at her, his nostrils flared to catch her scent.

The name landed heavy between us, like a sword driven into stone. “She was fierce. Smart. Reckless. She made me furious—and she made me feel. Just like Raziela does. Not because they’re the same. They’re not. Auren was royalty. She knew her place and how to manipulate it. Raziela… She's different. I don’t know her story and that bothers me even more, Elliot.” I stopped pacing, nodding as I stared out the window at the moonlit landscape. Cold wind filtered into the room, but I barely felt it.

"Riezel seems like a lovely person. I'm sure you'll grow to like her once you get to know her better." I glanced up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. But instead of looking convinced, he just raised an eyebrow at me. "You really think so, Delilah?" he asked, his voice skeptical. "You think I'm just being paranoid?" I nodded, trying to appear confident. "Yes, I do. Riezel is beautiful, intelligent, and charming. What's not to like?" I described Riezel's perfect appearance to him, from her long, curly brown hair to her piercing green eyes. I told him about her elegant smile and her poised demeanor. But no matter how hard I tried to convince him, Raphael just shook his head.

Thus not wanting to waste his time, Edgar headed to the only place which provided him privacy, away from prying eyes - his chambers. "Did you get any clue about the girl that was cremated four years ago?" Edgar had dialed to one of his trusted allies in Ravenborg. Ravenborg was another monarchy like Falcovia and Or'bloem in the eighth continent of the world - Reignsalia. "According to the records the girl cremated was Rosaleigh Isabelle Bloemen." - replied the male-voice over the phone, the answer Edgar received confirmed his suspicions. He was sure the royal family of Falcovia was once again covering up the Bloemens.

I looked at Ramses and he seemed just as confused as to why his brother would do this. “There, that’s better isn’t it, darling. Now… Tell me just how you still have your memories when I took them away?” Raziel asked. “I’m a forsaken, Raziel… You had to know that no magic would be strong enough to remove my memories… Not permanently, at least.” She purred. I could tell she was no longer afraid of him or what he would do to her. All she felt was love.

Raisel - POV Killian’s gaze flicked over to Jace, his tone sharpened with quiet urgency. “To stop Davina from taking over Dalton’s estate?” he asked. “As far as I know, she’s already spent a fortune bribing victims, erasing every shred of evidence.” Killian continued, eyes fixed on me. “Raisel’s carrying Soren’s child. That connects her—technically—to the Dalton family.” Jace blinked rapidly, visibly startled. The news had shocked him.