Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “And you said nothing?” “You would not have listened.” He did not deny that. “You believed strength would prevent fracture,” I continued. “But strength built on replacement carries tension.” “I did what was necessary,” he said firmly. “You did,” I agreed. “But necessity does not erase cost.” Nova’s voice was soft but steady. “You are saying the imbalance began with his coronation.” “Yes.” “And it has been growing ever since?” “Yes.” The newborn god folded his arms slightly. “Then my arrival was not the cause.”

It was together cruel that his need drowned out his common sense and decency as he gripped her thin-grade hips and shoved his pulsing member inside her harder still seeking only pleasure in the wake of her pain as she'd been little more than a peasant whose sole purpose was to warm his cock. The vile nature of nobility had been such and it crept into the already embittered young man's heart as a result of the loss of his virtue in such a similarly cruel fashion. Where he knew she'd seen love, he'd seen usefulness and he didn't dare have the mind to allow her to believe otherwise.

Once more, the world—her world—is dying. Additionally, the Noble and the Masked Man are destroying one another. Not with swords. Using words. Using memory. With grief. “You ruined her,” the Masked Man snarls, dragging the Noble to his knees with a wave of divine power. “You caged her. Bound her in chains and called it love.” “She would’ve destroyed herself!” the Noble shouts back, blood in his teeth, eyes glowing with silver. “You only fed the fire she was trying to control!”

Nothing could match the agony he’d endured, but he’d make them taste a shadow of it. The Grand Aureum loomed ahead, its golden facade a beacon of opulence, its windows gleaming like the eyes of a predator. Nero slowed, chest heaving, his breath fogging in the night air. The banquet hall would be packed—elites in their finery, toasting to a union built on evil. Nero had promised himself he’d level everything they’d built, brick by brick, bone by bone. Cassian, Patricia, the brothers—they’d learn and reap the consequences of their evil deeds a hundred fold.

With Goddard gone, now he had the gaming hell and an incredible fortune in his hands, but he felt as if he was left shackled in debt instead. "You have no idea what you're going to be. What you can be. You have a very bright future ahead of you. You're destined for greatness and wealth. Soon you'll meet someone who will change your life and be of guidance towards your betterment. You will have friends in very high places. I see nobles and gentry waiting in line, begging to enter your place. You will have everything once you never dare to dream of, and much more. You will be walking on gold. You can buy anything you want except one thing. Respectability. No matter how much money you'll have,

Nollace squinted and said, “Do you think it’s that easy to uproot an aristocratic family? Besides, the Taylors are special. When my grandfather was still alive, he couldn’t get any evidence on the Taylors, and this means that Elder Master Taylor isn’t someone we can easily deal with.” Hedeon scratched his cheek and mumbled, “I can never understand the fight between the nobles.” Nollace patted his shoulder and said, “Alright. Just keep an eye on her. I’ll handle it.” When Nollace was leaving the company in the evening, Cecilia came down from a Lamborghini and took off her sunglasses. “Your Highness.” He stopped in his tracks and looked at Cecilia coldly. “Yes?” Cecilia stopped in front of him

CHAPTER NINETEEN * * Rene remains glued to the spacious bed inside the tent; the polluting noise outside has died down, and everywhere is now quiet. Most of the nobles were killed; only some were spared to become slaves. Eren may even be dead too, Rene thinks. All the royal bloodlines were used as sacrifice, the barbarians burning them as offerings; their torture methods were grotesque, and stomach-churning. Even though Rene shares no love lust with his brothers, seeing Aston die so cruelly had shaken up something within him, the crawling web of petrification so deeply woven in his chest.

I shot back, eyes blazing. “Valmore is no ordinary kingdom, and Sebastian is no ordinary king. He commands armies with a glance, razes nations with a thought. Do you really believe you can fight him and live?” “I don’t care!” I roared, my voice echoing against the chamber walls. He held his silence, his disapproval like a blade pressed against my pride. “What he took was mine,” I snarled. “Olivia was mine. The throne was mine.” My uncle’s temper cracked for the first time, his voice rising like thunder. “She is no longer yours! The sooner you accept that truth, the sooner you will stop dragging us all into ruin. If you choose destruction, you walk it alone. I will not follow you into madness