Noel Noa Manga Novels & Stories

Trigger warning: A Long Note. Hello my dearest readers. I am sorry. No updates today. I don't know when I will do the next update. No. I did not copy anybody's work. If you don't trust me read Alpha Ezequiel's Fated Mate. I already announced more than one year back that I am planning to bring Noah back. What was the better way to bring him back than reincarnation? Yes. I did take my inspiration. My first inspiration: A gift from Moon Goddess on Goodnovel app.

She suddenly felt restless, so Lydia increased her pace to go deeper into the forest, following the sounds. When she arrived, she saw her mother was standing in front of a white-haired omega with strange spheres hovering around him. ‘Who’s that omega?’ she was cringing to see Noah’s weird hybrid look. ‘Why does he look like a cheesy cosplayer I see so often in comic-con?’ Lydia tried to figure out what anime character’s role that Noah played, ‘if you wanna do a cosplay, at least do it with style, not just putting on some random white-wig and calling yourself an anime character!’

Leon gasped as Noa stroke him back and forth. **** Let me know how the story is going. Likes, follows, and comments are highly appreciated. Thanks for your support.

Lorna announced when she got the sign from Ariel. Noel removed his short to join them. He grabbed Ariel’s waist and worked his cock through her walls. They didn’t bring any strap on to the camp so a cock would do the job. And Noel would do what he does best. He thrusted slowly before picking up a faster pace gradually. His plan had been to go to the beach alone but he decided to stay back and watch his friends fuck in the tents. He was pissed that Maya wanted a moment with Joe though. All he wanted also was Ariel all the more reason he had joined the tent.

In the corner, Noah hummed softly to himself as he enthusiastically painted a picture, oblivious to the tension that hung in the room. Before Freya could say anything, Noah bounded back to Diego’s bedside, holding up his coloring book with pride. “Look, Diego! I finished it!” he exclaimed excitedly, thrusting the page toward him. It was a colorful, slightly messy drawing of what appeared to be the three of them standing together under a bright yellow sun. Diego smiled warmly, his hand gently ruffling Noah’s hair. “This is amazing, buddy. You’re an artist in the making”, he said softly.

Noah charged an enemy wolf from behind, leaping onto its back and reaching around with his right hand, piercing his claws through its chest, and ripping its heart out. Noah spins as he dances around the wolves with a smile on his face. His beautiful white hair flows in the wind as he quickly moves. His moves are so fast and so elegant, it's almost like he's dancing. Some of the wolves look at him shocked, as he almost seems to be having fun. They've never seen anyone fight with a smile on their face. Their own eyes go wide as Noah's hand either pierces their chest and rips their heart out, or slices their throat wide open.

Was Noel studying the possibility of a second career after he failed to have impressive breakthroughs in his training? Zayn pointed at Array Eye Door and asked, “Senior Brother Noel, do you plan to learn about formations?” The corners of Noel’s mouth twitched before he turned around to roll his eyes at Zayn. He smacked his lips, not wanting to comment, but he could not control himself from talking when his thoughts were constantly rolling in his heart. He sighed and spoke with an inconceivable tone, “A person just went in just now.”

When she finally turned back, Noah stood there, fully dressed, leaning against a tree like he hadn’t just turned into a mythical creature mid conversation. Wait a minute. Her eyes narrowed. Where had his outfit come from? Had he been carrying it this whole time? Was there a werewolf fanny pack she had not noticed? Okay. So. Werewolves are real. Magic pants are real. And Noah is still insufferably hot. Cool. Way cooler than humans. He stepped closer, studying her with those stupidly perfect eyes. "You’re not scared?" She tilted her head. "Of you? I am super terrified. But also kind of fascinated by the idea of you." She paused. "Does he have a name?"

He looked at me for a second like he wanted to argue that it couldn't, actually, but then Ezra was tugging at his sleeve, asking if dinosaurs really existed, and the moment dissolved into something else entirely. "What were you going to tell me?" I asked, but Kian was already half-turned toward Ezra, mid-explanation, and didn't seem to hear me. I looked down at Noah, who had finally finished his drawing and was studying it with quiet satisfaction. "What did you make?" I asked. He turned it around. Four figures, carefully spaced, each one clearly distinguishable despite the simple lines, one tall, one medium, two small. "Us," he said simply. I looked at it for a long moment. "It's beautiful."

When I processed what he'd just said, I turned to look at him, puzzled. Was he going to open up to me now? 'I'll tell you everything. It's up to you to decide what you're going to do about it,' he uttered and my heart jolted in my chest. I was both nervous and anxious about what he was going to tell me. 'Fine. Let's go to your quarters,' I said, taking hold of his larger hand. "Noelle?" Noah said and everyone turned to look at him. There was a young lady approaching. She looked just like Noah. Her bright yellow eyes held so much determination and fierceness. Her curly brown shoulder length hair was in a ponytail.