Noblesse Takeo Novels & Stories

“I will rip his throat out myself before I let him touch what is mine.” “You are playing a lethal game with the council, Ifu,” Zane Okoye roared, slamming his fists onto the obsidian table inside the high sanctuary of the Okoye Moon Dominion Tower. “Elder Tobias Knight already has the execution blades ready, and you are walking into the chamber with the scent of an unmarked omega all over your coat!”

The camera did shake a bit as he came, but it still captured most of the depraved scene. Teacher Tadeo now took his place, and by now, the fight was gone from Takahashi Sato. She meekly knelt there with her mouth open and waited for the next assault. He took hold of her hair with both hands and thrust hard and fast into her open mouth.

He wants Teagan and only her. No sooner will we get her here, Carmella will meet her demise, and it will be beautiful. Because Alejandro is planning on giving her as a gift to Teagan. That girl is dark to the core. It’s in her blood, after all. Teagan is a DeNucci. The heir to the DeNucci family. Antonio doesn’t even know he has such a rare jewel at his side, a dangerous jewel, if that.

Loud murmurings can be heard amongst the Nobles as thirty points is a huge point and enough to push the winners high up the rankings board. Ranks amongst Nobles play a huge role in determining how a Noble will be respected and the type of job he or she will get after Crestbane, amongst other benefits that nobody talks about. The instructor is still saying something in the background, but Jay leans toward me to whisper, “I will get an orb out of the forest for you in less than a minute in exchange for that kiss I almost got back there.” “The only thing you almost got was busted dragon eggs.” He throws his head back to laugh heartily. I hate that his laughter is so contagious because keeping a

Calling her mouthy would be better, given the way she had talked to him a week ago. "Isolde Hawstrings, a nice name. Welcome to Abbator. You're to be the lord's partner. Do you have what it takes to be the lord's?" Takoda asked. Isolde practically rolled her eyes at him and scoffed, which stunned everyone. "How am I supposed to know that? You people took me captive, remember?"

“Don’t let those Noble’s near you. It takes one touch and they can transport you to their prisons.” Prisons? “I trust them more than you,” I say regardless. Because I do. Noble’s are meant to keep us safe, to do the best for us. Keo frowns, the expression oddly human for his unnaturally flawless face. “The Noble’s have killed before too, mind you,” he murmurs, leaning closer. “There is no good, justifiable evil, Tove. Evil is evil.” I shudder. He’s eluding to what evil would I rather align with.

His sharp eyes flicked over the large map in front of him, red dots marking The Crimson Lotus’s key locations. This wasn’t just about retrieving Cassandra. This was about annihilating the man who dared to touch her. With a calm, deliberate motion, he picked up his phone and dialed a number he hadn’t used in a long time. Sebastian Leclair picked up on the second ring. "Antonio." His voice was smooth, casual—yet tinged with curiosity. "It’s been a while. What brings you to my line tonight?" Antonio didn’t waste time. "Renjiro Takahashi took something valuable from me. I’m going to erase The Crimson Lotus." There was a brief pause before Sebastian let out a quiet laugh.

His grey kimono was immaculate, and the katana that should have been confiscated at the door still rested across his lap, because Takeshi Yamamoto went nowhere without his sword and no one was brave enough to try taking it. His second in command was ayounger man with ink crawling up his neck. He stood at perfect attention. And finally, directly across from me… Alessandro De Luca. He was elegant as always with his silver hair swept back and a suit worth more than most men's homes. He looked at me across the obsidian table with the patient, predatory smile of a man who had been waiting years for this moment. Behind him stood Antonio, his second in command who has a scar through his left eyebro

he said, blooming with familiarity as he stopped in front of him. Taiga looked up slowly, tilting his head, eyes flat behind the tinted lenses. “You are?” Taka feigned offense, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. “I’m offended. You played my team in the semifinals. If you can’t remember me, you’d definitely remember Midorin.” “Oh. Okay,” Taiga replied flatly, his tone dismissive, but Taka didn’t flinch. He dropped onto the bench beside him, grinning like they were lifelong friends. “Wow, you’re fascinating up close. First time seeing an Elite Prime Luna. Not much difference after all.” He reached forward without hesitation, poking Taiga’s cheek with a finger.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.