Noire Neptunia Novels & Stories

Selene's POV Seeing Nehyr shed her intricate facade as quick as lightening, I couldn't help but marvel at her. I prided myself at being sly and cunning but I had to admit that I couldn't even hold a candle to this woman in front of me. Nehyr Irene, an omega who held a prestigious yet negligible position in the Blackthorn pack. She was also someone who had gained quite a bit of Alpha Horrell's trust and that was mostly because he had deemed her harmless.

His voice, when he spoke, was calm, almost coldly serene, like he hadn't just taken a man's life. "Orion is dead," he said, the words echoing like thunder through the hall. "And I am Alpha of the North." He lifted his gaze, meeting each pair of eyes in the room, daring, inviting and commanding. "If anyone has objections..." he said softly, almost gently, "come forward." No one moved. The lights flickered, reflecting off the crimson pool that grew beneath Magnus's body. Outside, thunder rumbled across the mountains as though the North itself had felt the shift of power.

She’s an intelligent girl, I’m sure she must have figured something out while under this thing’s influence. “That might be the case, although I know she will probably hate me for this,” Nero says, then he gets to his feet. “Let’s get you something for your headache then join me?” “Sure, I just need—” Nero holds up his hand and frowns, then he keeps quiet for a few minutes before he looks at me again. “Orion is back, but he’s not alone,” he says, scoffing in disbelief. “Morana is with him.”

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

"So, I will let Amanda take the title of Luna—I don't want to make things harder for Kelvin. However, I refuse to break the rules of our clan. After all, I am the daughter of the Southern Werewolf General. No she-wolf in our bloodline has ever been claimed as a mate without holding the title of Luna," I said, my voice calm, but resolute. "That's why I've come today, Luna. Our bond may have been arranged by the Alpha, but I seek your blessing… I want to reject him as my mate."

Andrius pointed at Noir and introduced him, “He’s Noir.” Andrius then explained, “This is Rainbow Conery, Luna’s cousin. She’s here to study, and she seems to be a military otaku.” “Hi! Hi! Nice to meet you!” When Noir heard Rainbow was a military otaku, he got up and saluted her formally before he stretched his hand out for a handshake. Rainbow was thrilled. She shook his hand lightly because her hand was shaking. “Join us.” Noir pulled the chair beside Andrius and signaled Rainbow to sit down.

I stole a glance at silent Nora. “Why do you think she excels in a lot of things?” Ren’s face regained color, and he just chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s not only a fire wolf, but a wielder of the Sword of Light, and the only living being with Seraphim blood, which makes her a Nephilim. It never happened in a thousand years.” “So you were just pretending all this time that you don’t know anything like you pretend you didn’t know about the sword. Fuck you, Ren.”

Even though Nerina wanted to separate from Nezetta as soon as possible, she could not do it at that moment since she was supposed to be Naomi and to her immense irritation, Naomi would never intentionally hurt Nezetta as she still cared for her. "You swear?" Nezetta asked. Nerina pulled her lips into a thin line and embraced her. "I swear, my love," She said. That night, the entire occupants of Unity Rock were dressed in black as they stood at the bank of the gulf just behind the castle. Emperor Vulcan's body was wrapped in white cloth and set upon a pyre at the bank. Nerina's hand was clasped in Daegal's as he mournfully stared at the wooden pyre. Nezetta on the other hand was nowhere to be

​The boardroom of the Cerebrum flickered, the mahogany table and glass walls of Neo-Tokyo stuttering like a dying film. Beneath the digital veneer, the Weaver’s true heart pulsed—a massive, translucent pillar of bio-gel that smelled of ancient sea-salt and cold ozone. ​"The nanites," Nora gasped, her knees buckling. The shifting obsidian armor on her skin began to turn grey, losing its luster as Liam’s shadow reclaimed the command codes. "Papa, he’s... he’s pulling them back."

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.