Novel & Cerita Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction

"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

“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.”

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.

She walked to the very edge of the platform, looking down at the trembling, kneeling sea of nobility. "The High Houses are dissolved," Natalia declared, her vocal authority dropping over the plaza like a physical hammer. "Your signet rings are scrap metal, and your deeds belong to the Royal Treasury. From this hour forward, you are no longer lords and ladies of the East. You are subjects of the Twin Thrones. If you wish to retain your lives, you will spend the next three moons working the agricultural fields you used to exploit, learning the exact weight of the soil that funded your luxury."

It walked as they were being controlled. My eye fell on Sophia, it was night now, so her eyes were back to normal, but I knew by morning, they would be white again. What a cruel fate. All seven nobles start to fade away. "The tribunal is ended," the woman says. "Justice has been served." And then they're gone. The crystalline walls disappear. We're back in Kane's destroyed living room. Sophia is on the floor, reaching for Kane, who keeps backing away from her.

She was as beautiful and delicate as the Rose. It's been fifteen years since the Royal Household of Orbloem was dethroned, the Princess would have been in her mid-teens. Everyone wanted to have a look of her rosegold skin once more, however her assassination made it impossible. None had any appetite to eat or drink while their saddened faces enraged their current Ruler. Noticing how the crowd didnt rejoice in his Victory, Edward-II commanded "Double the taxes on essentials as they cant be happy in my victory" A monstrous laugh roaring through the silent environment.

To be from a true line of nobles, a family that had founded Vermillion City, was a rarity these days. Noble families, like ancient trees, often withered and fell over time. Inept heirs, internal strife, and the relentless tides of power often led to their decline, replaced by ambitious newcomers eager to claim their mantle. Agnus, however, was a living relic, a testament to the enduring legacy of his ancestors. I returned his bow, mimicking the precise gesture I had practised countless times during my days at Brightwing Academy. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as I recalled the hallowed halls and the lessons learned within them.

*CONFERENCE WITH THE NOBLES AND NOBLESSES* "The lycan was not supposed to be attacked," a noblesse says. A noble on her right snickers. "Are you saying that because you are attracted to him?" The nobless who first spoke and is referred to as noblesse A rolls her eyes. "That is in fact not why." "Then why?" "He is important in our mission," noblesse A says. "Which is exactly why he is not dead," a noble says

"When it follows principle." He stepped closer. "Ambition without restraint…" "…is not strength." "It's destruction." Albert scoffed. "Principles?" He smiled coldly. "Principles don't build empires." "They hold people back." Alessandro's gaze hardened. "No." "They prevent empires from collapsing." A pause. "You don't build power by destroying everything around you." "You sustain it…" "By knowing when to stop." Albert laughed. "But I don't intend to stop."