Noblesse Webtoon Novels & Stories

*CONFERENCE WITH THE NOBLES AND NOBLESSES* "The lycan was not supposed to be attacked," a noblesse says. A noble on her right snickers. "Are you saying that because you are attracted to him?" The nobless who first spoke and is referred to as noblesse A rolls her eyes. "That is in fact not why." "Then why?" "He is important in our mission," noblesse A says. "Which is exactly why he is not dead," a noble says

the nouveau riche man said quietly to the pretty woman beside him. The pretty woman wanted to preserve her dignity, and she did not believe that that card had enough credit in it. It could just be a ploy, finding someone to act up a storm. “Go where? The show isn’t over yet. I want to see if that card has any money in it.” The nouveau riche man was so angry that he wanted to choke the pretty woman to death. Was she trying to dig her own grave by picking a bone with someone as rich as him?

San Diego. My granny remarked, "Meet their gorgeous son, grandchild. He is really handsome. You two fit well." I had to stop getting my food after noticing a pair of dark eyes. Simply put, it's impossible to look away from Zamiel. He is an exact replica of the goddess. Mrs. San Diego asked, making me swallow my spit more forcefully, "Goodness! You are Nicole Ashanti, right? Your gown is so lovely and gorgeous. May I know who is the designer behind it?" How was I going to tell her the truth without doing any research? This is a bit challenging.

"Stop beating around the bush please. Tell me how his blood will work." "The thing is that some drops of Noble's blood have mixed with Anu's. And since Noble is the king, his blood is stronger than Anu's and now Anu looks at things in a way that Noble would have. Call it Noble's influence if you want to because they mean the same."I said. "I see but you haven't told me the whole story. You didn't mention how his blood..."

Loud murmurings can be heard amongst the Nobles as thirty points is a huge point and enough to push the winners high up the rankings board. Ranks amongst Nobles play a huge role in determining how a Noble will be respected and the type of job he or she will get after Crestbane, amongst other benefits that nobody talks about. The instructor is still saying something in the background, but Jay leans toward me to whisper, “I will get an orb out of the forest for you in less than a minute in exchange for that kiss I almost got back there.” “The only thing you almost got was busted dragon eggs.” He throws his head back to laugh heartily. I hate that his laughter is so contagious because keeping a

If only he knew where this is leading us, he'll surely regret every move he is making and every word he is saying. "Are you done?", I throw a question to him that made his brows wrinkled for a while. "I'm not like the usual woman you meet everywhere. You show interest to them, they easily bite for it and you'll get them laid right away. You can't like me and you should never like me because I won't feel such a thing towards you. I'm just your maid here and fairytales that make poor maids or housekeepers a princess will stay as a fairytale for me. I hope you get it, sir"; I said before going out from that room.

"Do not scare me like that, again! Where is the envelope?" Asty took Mrs. Pickinns and Noelle's wrists and drove them into a corner where they could speak. "I met a Noble in the Garden when I was lost. He told me that the Duke of Illum could not hear or see." Mrs. Pickinns furious look turned into a disoriented one. Her weak heart trembled as she realizes that her intuition was right. "Where is the envelope now?" "The Noble took it with him and offered to give it to the King."

"Arkyn can create illusions. That's his power." "Don't worry, I wouldn't use it on you,” he grins. There is a boyish charm about him already, his smile wide and charismatic, but I don’t let it quell my nerves. He’s a Noble, and a tricky one, by the sounds of his very vague power. I don’t want to know more, though... "Thanks,” I mutter, conscious of every inch of me as his dark blue gaze travels down my person, most of which is mercifully hidden by the table.

Although he sent Ches flying again, Caleb's eyes narrowed. He had definitely cut into Ches' neck—how was Ches getting up again? "Haha!" Ches laughed as he got on his feet, as his armor glimmered faintly with a golden hue. "Oh, hell… That's Noble-grade armor!" "Damn straight! Caleb would have decapitated Ches already if not for that!" "Wow… That's the nobles for you. They're really rich!" Even as the learned individuals exclaimed in surprise in front the stands, Ches' expression contorted with savagery. "Haha! So what if you're quicker than anyone? So what if your greatsword can destroy the world?! Can you kill me when I have this Noble-grade armor?!"

The grey-blue eyes which stared back at her were bright, yet dark and she still couldn't believe it was him; the same man who she'd met in prison and made her life feel like hell, was clad in a three piece suit which exaggerated his athletic build and chiselled jaw. And if that wasn't enough, he's getting married to Tessa Maddox; THE Tessa Maddox! "It can't be possible." Lena whispered, wallowing in her disbelief as her eyes read the tagline "The man, the myth, the legend: Thane Moneau's journey to the top." 'What top?!' her head screamed still not accepting the fact she was staring at a billionaire boss. The same Thane who is the son of her now dead boss. Her eyes strayed to the date on the