Novel & Cerita Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction

-Finally Madox– the familiar voice of Nicolas on the other end sounded even annoying to her ears. -What do you want?– he said unwillingly. -Well alpha, since you don't want to move your ass, there are people who esteem you who are willing to do it. You remember Nolan and his family's Empire. We've got what we need to destroy it. Do you want to see it grovel at your feet? A spark ignited inside Madox and sobriety returned to him. -What do you think?

"Looks like you're actually leaving, huh? I can't believe my life long wish is finally coming true. It'd be good riddance indeed." I rolled my eyes at Gary's words and his very presence that was already unsettling as it is. I was not in the mental state to deal with his bullshit. "Now really isn't the time, Gary. Please leave me alone." "What? Trouble in paradise already? You know, they say the nobles take mistresses because their mates cannot sate their wealth of desire. Apparently their power is so vast that they tend to break their mates after simply one night with them and they, therefore, take multiple women and use them as they see fit. Seems like with great power also comes with great

“This is unbelievable,” the commentator muttered, his emotions one with the spectating crowd. It was a common rule that when one became a Noble, they began to trim down their skills and keep only what they regarded as relevant to both their survival and advancement to godhood. Some Breaths were entirely abandoned while others were merged to produce even more powerful skills. Soon, those Breaths became Glows and those Glows became the very foundation for that Noble’s rise to ascension. After all, one’s domain was dependent upon the glows that one had mastery over.

I want to have a tour around so that I can also see a nice spot that is quiet so that I can occupy when I have break time, and I don't want to face and play with people, which will suffocate me. Even though Lady Marina has a bad reputation, it cannot be denied that she is the daughter of a Marquess. Nobles from different titles want to befriend her so that their family's names will rise. I learned that there are two types of nobles. The Elites and the Plebs. Elites are composed of: The Royal Family, Dukes/Duchess And the Marques/Marchioness. Plebs are composed of: Count or Earl, Viscount,

She stopped herself from continuing. 'I hate when they do that.' Seeing her constrict expression, Sol knew that he could force her to finish what she wanted to say. But, if this story was related to Lilith, then it was her story to tell. Relieved, Camelia coughed a little, "So, during those times, those who were truly in power were the nobles. Sadly for them, Mars came and destroyed their influence. But now–" "Now the heir of the throne is just a little kid without much power." Sol finished for her.

“Tonight, we arrest every noble involved and place them in holding cells for questioning. We strike at the heart of this treachery and do what has to be done.” Lyle nodded in agreement. “I’ll gather the special soldiers. We’ll need them to strike at the same time and capture everyone in a coordinated attack, leaving no room for error.” Darren, this is one less thing you’ll have to worry about. We have everything we need, and it’s time to put an end to brainwashing. It’s time to hold the traitorous nobles responsible for their actions. I’m going to protect our kingdom and clean out the infestation of deception. Our kingdom will be a better place when you return. I’ll hold our love in my heart

“You read the papers. You know the rumors. You also know better than to believe what’s printed.” “True,” Voss admitted. “But I believe in patterns. And I’ve seen this one before. When empires fall, it’s never because of the enemy outside. It’s the fracture within.” Adrian said nothing. He watched Voss the way a surgeon watches a pulse — steady, waiting for the slip. “You want something,” Adrian finally said. “You wouldn’t have agreed to meet otherwise.” Voss leaned forward. “I want balance. The board is shifting. Ambrose Holdings is leaking power. You and I both know what happens when the vultures start circling. Someone gets torn apart.”

Worn thin by years, by worry, by the sheer absurdity of shattered crockery representing defiance. Novah looked at the mess. The spilled broth had darkened the stone floor. Shards glittered dully in the weak light. It looked less like strength now, more like a child’s tantrum. A messy, dangerous outburst. Torin’s words echoed: *Destruction is easy. Control is the discipline.*

“But he’s wrong. This isn’t destruction. It’s cleansing.” Alessandro pulled her close, his voice low. “Tomorrow, you testify. Then it’s over.” Livia leaned into him, watching the headlines flash across the TV screen. Russo’s empire was crumbling. And with every brick that fell, the path forward cleared. She thought of Rosa vanishing at dawn. Of Marco killing the assassin in the alley. Of the €4.3 million finally laundered and secure. This was the turning point. The moment when the shadows lost their power.

The music pulsed like a heartbeat as Ariella stepped into the massive Grey estate, her heels clicking on marble floors. Rosewood’s elite were already scattered across the grand hall—laughing, drinking, scheming. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above like stars, but Ariella knew there was nothing celestial about this night. This party was a battlefield. She adjusted her silk burgundy dress, the one that clung just enough to make people turn but not stare. Her hair was swept into effortless curls. She looked like she belonged. She always had. That was the thing about being reborn—you remembered exactly how to play the role.