Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction 소설 & 이야기

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.

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,

The muscles of his abdomen stood out, tensing with each pass of Princely’s hand. Princely watched his friend come apart with a simple stroke. The power of it was dizzying. This was Noble, who never flinched and who laughed everything off. Now he was shuddering, his breath coming in ragged pulls, because of Princely’s hand on him. The frustration that had coiled in Princely’s gut all night transformed, igniting into a different, hotter fire: possession. He swiped his thumb over the slit, collecting the wetness, and Noble’s whole body bowed toward him. “Princely. Fuck.”

He viciously smirks, not minding the evil face. Nero finally has the reason to get rid of those arrogant noblemen that keep bugging him like a pest. It doesn't matter to him who they are. The noble's greed is like poison giving them a temporary illusion that they can infect the imperial family while acting loyally to the empire. He became busy doing his mission and those rats are getting arrogant after the tiny freedom they thought they have. Nero thinks of a vicious plan and decides not to go to the palace. He remembers Grimald and an evil smile let out on his lips. Nero silently schemes on how he can torture the nobles who betrayed the royal family. Nero calls for Carson. End of chapter 25

I asked, not bothering in the slightest to lighten my tone for the bastard. "Well, as you know, certain familiars can get you better standings in Celestia, and it just so happens that one of the high advisors to the throne is looking for a suitable wife." The second those words came out of his mouth, I felt the shift in the air as Xavier slowly, deliberately set his glass down onto the table, as Nova visibly shrank back further, as if thinking that my father would even attempt to grab her with the two of them here. This time, though, it wasn't just tension radiating off Xavier. I felt every hair on my body stand on end as his power charged the air around us in his silent fury. I glanced up a

He sees the shift from defense to offense. He reaches out, his hand cupping my jaw. His skin is warm, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. "What are you thinking, tesoro?" he whispers. "I'm thinking about extinction," I say. Aureliano’s eyes widen slightly. The heat in his gaze flares, a mix of shock and arousal at the ruthlessness in my voice. "They don't want a war," I say. "They want a transaction. They want to steal a life to buy back a legacy."

"Our pups are dying." That finally changed the room. Not everyone. But enough. Several nobles shifted uncomfortably. Because politics was one thing. Dead children were another. A gray-haired noble suddenly rose. "Then perhaps Crescent should suffer the consequences of its choices." Murmurs of agreement followed. My wolf growled. Low. Dangerous. The noble continued. "Moonstone owes Crescent nothing." Another noble stood. "They spent years threatening our borders." A third joined. "They called us enemies." "They treated us like enemies."