Noblesse Raizel Novels & Stories

“Of course we are not going to kill you. You are important to us.” “Then please untie me!” She begs. The cloaked figure closest to her raises a hand. He has been the one who has been doing all the talking. Isabelle is already thinking of him as the leader of the group. “Not yet, Isabelle. There is something we must do first.”

"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.

Azrael felt she swirled into another unknown dimension but in reality, she is just carried by someone. She looked at the one who lets her go and it was Rogziel. In a group of five brothers, you can easily distinguish who Rogziel is because of his charcoal black hair that strands fall on his face, droopy nose, and thin mouth. He looked at Azrael with his amber eyes, that doesn’t give you a clue what he was about to say or what he actually feels.

Amell nearly screamed. "An unwanted princess." Esmeray added with a bitter laugh. Raziel leaned forward with a hard look on his face. "You are the granddaughter of the Rightful Heir of the Fey thrown and the King of all Beasts Aric King." "Yes, I suppose," Esmeray whispered. The more they praised her bloodline the more it made her feel like shit. The admiration dripping from Raziel and Amell's tones made her feel hollow. It made her envy Isak who had enjoyed every privilege she was robbed of. It made her want to set the unfair world around her on fire. . .

Her expression, usually trained into an icy mask of composure, faltered almost imperceptibly before settling once more into its familiar, unreadable calm. Without uttering a word, she turned away and resumed her walk down the corridor, as though nothing at all had happened. ……….. “Leave.” Jazell’s voice rang sharply through the chamber as she stormed inside. The maids immediately began to disperse. “Stay, Linn.” The command froze her personal maid in place. Once the others were gone, Linn stepped forward nervously. “Do you know why Ragaleon gifted that bracelet to Racheal?” Jazell asked while pouring herself a cup of wine.

she stammered, not forgetting the ragged breathing and dilated pupils. Rai just smirked, showing his fangs that were already out, ready to be used to pierce the skin of this woman's neck. However, this woman couldn't see it because she was standing in a place where there wasn't much light. "WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE AM I?!?" the woman screamed in terror. "I am Raizel Harrison de Haltz, leader of the Haltz Clan. You are now in my castle located in the interior of the Silver Forest. Far from human life," he explained and slowly started to approach.

She was firm. "HE IS A VAMPIRE!" Raizel emphasised every single word. Raizel's voice was resolute as he continued, "Jairus comes from a lineage that's connected to us, to our kind. He carries within him the blood of our ancestors, just as we do." "H-how can you say that?" Meagia's eyes widened, disbelief etched in her features. "That can't be true. He seemed so ordinary, so human." Raizel lowered his head and replied.

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

“I can’t feel her the way I used to.” “That was the point,” Jale said gently. “The bond between you is no longer entanglement. It is recognition.” As if summoned by the word, a soft shimmer formed near the edge of the chamber. It was faint in daylight, almost transparent, yet unmistakable. Ria stood there. Not as a ghost and not as a shadow, but as a presence woven from silver light, calm and composed. She did not look lost. She looked at peace. Raya’s breath caught, though not in panic.

Raed tried to block me with his body but Gavrael wrapped a hand around his neck and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing. “Raed!” I screamed as I tried to free him from Gavrael’s grip. I realised my mistake when Gavrael turned to look at Raed who was struggling to free himself. Raed was one of the strongest males in the Grenshaw pack, yet his struggles seemed so helpless against Gavrael. Even if he was a bit weakened by the silver, he should have been able to free himself at least. I remember how helpless I was when Gavrael held me, but Raed is stronger than me. The only explanation was that Gavrael was just too strong.