Novel & Cerita Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction

Now. "Enough, Kyle," Zenith said, his voice calm but firm. He was always the mediator. *‘The peacemaker. He smells of weakness,’* Eon sneered. I ignored them all, my gaze sweeping over them all, letting their squabbling die under the weight of my authority. "I’ve discovered what wiped out the Nobles." I let the words land, my voice devoid of emotion. "Someone used Tainted venom to terminate their existence." The effect was instantaneous. Ronan’s fists slammed onto the table, the crack of wood on wood like a gunshot. A vile, guttural curse left his mouth. Kyle hissed, a sharp intake of air, and the other three growled, a unified sound of fury and disbelief.

"The five rogue packs of the alliance dismantled their siege weapons before the sun reached its peak. They have dissolved their treaties, stripped the Vance and Jaxon bloodlines of all titles, and surrendered their border territories to the Royal Treasury. The rebellion is dead." Natalia looked at the remains of the men who had defined her life with pain and humiliation. For eighteen years, she had been a ghost in their world, a broken piece of property to be beaten, chained, and cast aside into a cursed forest. Now, their crowns were gone, their lineages were erased, and their physical existence had been reduced to a grim warning on a servant’s tray. Strangely, she felt no sudden rush of wi

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.

But it was different when the person had to do everything to move: limping, crawling, and even dragging the lower half with a finger just to find a glitter of hope ahead, expecting to encounter even a flickering light in a dark and cold path. She realized that living while having everything could only destroy one’s soul if not being checked from time to time. In the past, Layla would always crave freedom and a bountiful life as the nobles had. Those people have money and power which allowed them to do whatever they wanted. However, she didn’t blame them to be blessed with such luxuries. Layla thought perhaps those nobles’ ancestors had worked very hard to give their descendants a good and ea

Willingly wrought by hands that had once braided my daughter's hair and signed treaties that promised peace to generations yet unborn. The Council no longer existed, not in any meaningful sense. After Celestina's blood painted the marble floors of the great hall, transforming ancient stone into a canvas of my rage, the remaining nobles had faced a simple choice: bow or vanish. Most chose to bow, their spines bending like wheat before the storm, their eyes empty of everything but the will to survive another day in a world that no longer made sense. But the ones who vanished? The ones who thought distance or death might protect them from my reach?

A monstrous laugh roaring through the silent environment. *** Since then the situation of people of Orbloem never improved but gradually detoriated. The once flourished Nation was on the verge of extinction. But the palace didnt lose any of its majesty. The treasure Edward hogged for was full till the hilt. Every passing day the subjects prayed for a saviour, a person who could only end this tyranny.

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.

After all, Leonard was his son, it was only right that he understood that his sacrifices were for him. He continued with a look filled with anything but regret, "The plan was to get rid of Theo, her husband but Elena eventually died in the bloodshed. All the soldiers who fought for the cause were gotten rid of. We tied all loose ends and made sure there were no remainders of the past. Unfortunately, the past is back to haunt us and we have to act fast." "And her son?" He questioned, bracing himself for the answer. "He was killed too," Pius said tonelessly.

“And I deserve to inherit her properties. Including this house,” Margaret rolled her eyes. “You are not even a real daughter,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “You are just a mistake, a product of my father's infidelity. You don't deserve anything,” My father, Jenkins, looked at me with a mixture of disappointment and disgusting “You fool, you need to understand that you are not in a position to be making demands,” he said. “You've brought shame to this family and you need to be grateful that we're even willing to take you back in,”