Novel & Cerita Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction

Stripped of her noble facade, she was exiled to the borderlands, reduced to a lone, wandering werewolf scorned by all. Her scheming and greedy father, on the other hand, was thrown into the icy prison in the Far North. There was no hope of escape for him in this lifetime. The only ones worse off than they were the low-ranking werewolves who had spent their entire lives trading points for life-saving medicine, only to receive water laced with poison that destroyed their wolf spirits. I let out a quiet sigh. “Serves them right for not having the slightest respect for the Moon Goddess.” Lucas pressed his broad chin against my neck and feigned a hurt tone. “Darling, don’t blame all werewolves fo

Tristan pulled back just enough to look at her fully, the woman who had survived Cassius’s golden farce, who had borne his son in silence, who now stood ready to burn it all down beside him. — “You were never the victim in this story, Perle. You were always the storm waiting to be unleashed.” The atelier fell quiet except for the soft tick of the clock and the distant murmur of the mansion settling into night. Outside, Munich’s lights glittered like false jewels. Inside, the shadow and the hurricane stood locked in embrace, two forces finally aligned. Tomorrow the real war would begin. Not with whispers or severed fingers, but with the full fury they had tempered in secret. Cassius’s empire

“You think I see you differently because you didn’t grow up rich?” “That’s not what I meant.” “Then explain it to me.” His voice stayed calm. Which somehow made the tension sharper. Around them, music drifted softly across the rooftop while wealthy strangers laughed over champagne glasses completely unaware the emotional stability of Monaco’s most photographed billionaire was currently deteriorating beside the floral arrangements.

Someone like her. A Half Noble, Half Servile. Her mother is a servile and the father she never knew was a noble. Though her mother said she is not a bastard. She never wants to talk about anything concerning her father. As the name implies, Noble, the nobles are wealthy, rich, spoiled people in their society and were originally descendants of royal kings and queens but as the world advanced there were no kings and queens but politics, president democracy and stuff. High men and women. Celebrities. Doctors. And all those high positions.

“I won’t say this again, Ranleigh Asmodeus so you better listen carefully and take every word I say. We will be attending a party the day after tomorrow. Everything is settled and your instructor will be coming tomorrow to teach you the basics about nobility.” I nodded slowly. Nobility. It was the one word that I loathed the most. It reminded me of that one noble lady who caused all of my grandfather’s addiction which led me to where I am at the moment. My grandfather became a gambling addict after my grandmother, a noble lady, left my grandfather and my father alone. My grandfather loved that noble lady so much that he was willing to ruin himself after she left.

All the other nobles who were invited and was not poisoned joined them ready to kill who ever caused this, now not finding any other way. Tressa took a slow, deliberate step forward, the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble floor, the sound eerily calm amidst the rising panic. She tilted her head, swirling the last remnants of wine in her glass before tossing it aside carelessly, the crystal shattering into a thousand fragments at her feet. “My, my," she mused, amusement dancing in her cold eyes as she gazed upon the nobles, their weapons drawn, their expressions twisted with fury and fear "What a lively crowd we have tonight.”

“I don’t know about that; my sister’s name means Noble. My parents put a lot of effort into her name and treated her like royalty. I was the spare. My parents wanted a boy child, had made so many preparations for a boy, bought so many items, planned different names for him, then I came and I wasn't the boy child they had put so much effort into preparing for.” “The name Jade means precious gem.” I wait for her to let my words sink in. “I don’t know about you, but I’ll take a precious gem over a name that means nobility because nobility can easily be tainted. Your parents probably didn’t think that far because even people born of noble blood often end up being the slimiest, most disgusting pe

**** We drove to another boutique which was more luxurious than the last. Andrew’s fury hadn’t fully faded, but he carried himself with controlled precision, focusing on me instead. He plucked a silk gown from the rack, deep emerald with a daring side slit. I recognized the brand immediately. Maison D'Arcel. One of the most exclusive in the world. My eyes landed on the price tag and my mouth nearly flew open. Two hundred thousand dollars. For one dress? How could anyone spend that much on a single piece of clothing? After I changed, he gave me a single approving nod. A makeup artist swooped in, styling my hair and dusting my face with shades that made me look…different. More polished.

“Imagine the person you hate the most or the person you consider your opponent groveling at your feet. Imagine the world all bowing to you. Imagine everything you wished for being yours. Now, what are the steps you will take for that to happen? Who are your pawns? Who will you tear down to make it possible? Those impure thoughts fill my head every waking moment. My thoughts are noisier than a market and they urge me towards destruction, anger, sorrow, and grief. The path I walk is a thorny, flesh-rendering path. Let me walk this path on my lonesome while you focus on procreating with my brother and making your kingdom great.” “What do you mean?” “Long Live the Empire,” Natalia whispered in h

The only other answer is that he has gone soft and is doing this for me… Impossible. I take a deep breath and put the notebook aside, it won't be productive to continue like this. Our route will probably be re-established, even so, it is good to check our destination. I look more closely at my room, it must be somewhere in here. On the back wall beside the door, there was a bookshelf. I approach it and examined the books better until I found what I was looking for. “Book of record of the activities of noble houses and affiliates in Europe (1708-1713)”, the newest volume imported from England. This book was my only condition for accepting the king's decree, a well-used opportunity. But back t