Noblesse Raizel Novels & Stories

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

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.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Raphael's expression was guarded, but I saw something in his eyes that made me wonder if he was really as unaffected as he seemed. Riezel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned to Raphael. "I have a favor to ask of you, Raphael," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. Raphael's eyes narrowed, his expression wary. "What is it?" he asked, his voice cautious. Riezel's smile grew wider. "I was wondering if Delilah could be my personal maid for a temporary time," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

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.

A tall man in silver armor stepped out of the fog, his voice echoing across the trees. “I am Alpha King Rhaziel of the Northern Dominion,” he boomed. “Kael Blackthorn, your trial begins now.” Aria stood beside Kael, fingers laced with his. The bond between them pulsed with something new strength. “Whatever this is,” she said softly, “we face it together.” Kael nodded. But his eyes were fixed on the mist where Selene had disappeared. “She’s not done,” he whispered. “And neither is war.” From the trees, Selene watched them, her eyes glowing dark red.

Isabella spoke. "This is not the end of Sinbert's life, right? Mother... This is not the end of Sinbert's life. He still has the purpose to live just as you bestowed Ragriel a second chance to live and find us," I told, pleading. I had gotten to know that Rachelle was once dead because of her father who committed treason to the Waevalon Kingdom. But Mother had bestowed her another chance to live. Her purpose was to find us, her sisters and continue serving herself as the Luna Queen of the Waevalon Kingdom.

Isfael had been by his side ever since. He turned his eyes to Raziel. That Haunt had been feared as the most devastating warrior in the realm before an attack by jealous rivals had brought him down. They tortured him and left him for dead, going on to slay the rest of his family. Raziel had recovered and single-handedly destroyed his enemy’s entire clan. He was fearless, soulless. The Haunt knew him as the Immortal. Those two were the only ones in the entire garrison who could hope to best him in battle, and Jasmine couldn’t have been safer if he’d been standing by himself. But just to be sure…

RAUL The years had passed by quicker than I ever anticipated, and yet here we were, ten years after the storm that had torn through our lives. A lot had changed, and nothing had. Rebel was no longer just my closest ally in the chaos. She was the leader of our faction of the Order, a woman who had learned to navigate both the darkness and the light. She had her daughter, Kezziah, named after her grandmother, and she was a force; a true reflection of both her father and her mother. In a strange way, I saw Jacque in her every time she spoke, every time she gave an order. And as for Catya, she’d raised Zilla with a similar love and strength. Our girls had grown up in private, away from the Order

Now, her wrong decision has come back to hunt her. “Something was a bit off about the other rogue.” Xavi brought to Isabel’s attention. He was yet to comprehend what he noticed about the other werewolf, but it seems only right to tell his cousin what he observed earlier. “Which is?” Isabel asked, her complete attention now on her cousin. “There was a hint of our family scent on the other rogue.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words out loud, so he divulged the information through mind link, to prevent the other werewolves from hearing it.