Novelas y relatos de Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction

They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans. In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-like gleam, remained unsullied, a stark contrast to the fallen king at their feet. It was as though they had shed the last vestiges of humanity, consumed by the ravenous hunger for power.

But I realized that my worries are just useless when I heard what she said The nobles then looked at the girls infront of me with disgust. One of the things that the nobles of this empire hate is a noble who doesn't have a blood of a noble. Those people are the ones who are buying their title and not inherited. Because to them, they are just a bunch of commoners who are trying hard to be belong of the high society. "Then, I'll be leaving now ladies" Of course I waited for them to bow even though I know that their knees are about to fall now.

Jayden looked up from the file in his hand. "Yup!" lucas popped the P. "We've got a prime piece of real estate in the downtown area, ripe for development. With your company's resources and expertise, we could turn it into a luxury condominium complex. The profits would be astronomical." he said, leaning back in his seat. I frowned at his carefree attitiude. 'who was this?' I thought, curious. he had a typical mafioso vibe to him. Scar on his right brow, tatoos peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt, ring covered fingers.

What is the difference among him and a dead one? Nobility is generally worthless before brutal life. In order to fix her dad, to sell her own body, which is presently not unadulterated, isn't a misfortune! Her honesty was already annihilated around evening time by that obscure man. What is the distinction between losing her body once and multiple times?

HADEON'S POV: I stare into the night sky. The twinkling stars are void of all beauty to me. Everything is plain and bare. Beauty and goodness will always be tainted by something evil. Beauty is stripped by sickness. Life is no more by death. All good things must come to an end, then evil shall triumph and I shall be the cause. I shall rule and all will bow before me. I must be patient however, my plan will succeed. For no one can defeat me.

She'd provide them, of course—information was the only currency she possessed in quantities sufficient to purchase the restoration they'd promised. Some prices were worth paying, even if you didn't fully understand what you'd purchased until the consequences came home to roost. The underground meeting was over, but the real work was just beginning. And somewhere across the western kingdoms, in modest lodgings and reduced circumstances, forty desperate nobles began planning the downfall of the empire that had been built on their collective ruin. Let him sail east in pursuit of his lost love, Vionna thought as she unlocked her door. He'll find a very different kingdom waiting when he tries to

Not everyone welcomed the new air. The Noble Quarter was a study in spectral silence. The majestic, oversized mansions remained—symbols of wasted wealth—but they were ghosts of their former selves. Their heavy, ornamental gates were now unguarded, their familial banners ripped down, replaced by the austere black-and-silver standards of Aeternum.

They did not matter—if anything, I believed they got what they deserved, for being part of the nobles, for being a part of the families responsible for the death of other innocent people, for simply being born into such powerful families that dared to think they could use them to get to me like they did with my father. I hated the noble families—I still do. I do not think I hate anything or anyone more than I do with them—and the sad fact is, most of the council members are from the noble families. Only by getting rid of such families will peace reign in the kingdom, for every thing that has happened—every mishap, every downfall, every attack, and every single conspiracy is a result of them,

“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.

Athena suddenly moved in her direction. Without batting an eye, Athena continued, "Why are you so angry? My mama did not do anything to you. You look like mama, but Mama is more beautiful." Nicole's appearance became pallid as a result of what her daughter said. She is well aware that her twin is a spoiled brat who lacks confidence. "Even her daughter lacks etiquette, you see," she said abruptly. Zamiel glared at her girlfriend and shouted, "Don't talk to a youngster like that. I am not happy with the way your tongue is constructed."