Fantasy Noble Novels & Stories

I want to scream at the both of them, to turn on them, but the consequences to reacting would haunt me for the rest of the year, not just the night. Kastriv smiles, clasping his hands together. "Excellent. I hope you are not opposed to me being rough with her, it's how I like it." Rough? How rough is rough to a Noble? Is it like what I imagine when I’m splayed out in my bed late at night, thinking about those who I can never have? Or is it more sinister? I used to dream of being with a Noble, about living in their reality, instead of mind, and experiencing what those incredible bodies riddled with magic are capable of. Now, the thought of that makes me want to be sick.

Even though he was no longer looking at the vision of exotic female glory he had been a moment before the imagery of her was still alive within his mind. He’d never seen a girl with blonde hair before. She had a lot of it too, along with a body that begged to be possessed by a man and bring forth his children. Slowly, as he waited among the trees he debated on what his options were. Entering the Citadel was no easy endeavor, but for a girl like that it was worth trying surely, especially when he knew what would happen to her if he didn’t liberate her from the clutches of the men that remained from the time before.

"Can you tell us why we were drawn towards this place?" "This place is a magic school for those with above-average or higher mana and talent. Because of the many talented students and the abundance of mana in the area, anyone with a large amount of innate mana will be drawn to this place. And judging by your clothes, you're both the children of nobles, which would explain your higher-than-average innate mana." "Do all nobles have high innate mana?" "That's normally the case. It's rare for a noble to have a normal mana level."

is the same with humans, when a king is not served by something he sells it or makes deals for it," in that at sunset, it began to fill with people and both stopped talking, better they got to help, Set attended as a waiter. When the sun had already set, Mathew went out and lit the campfire, Set came out too, there were the same people, and Mathew began, "well, the 2 dragons left their energy, but they left us a hope, it is said that at the midpoint of the whole world in both halves, they left a treasure each, and whoever weighs it , will bethe retainer of their powers, it is only a legend, but the truth is that 100 years ago many people came out of the walls to find those treasures, th

he grouched to the guards. "We can't do that, sir," replied the elder guard, hands on his sword. "I am Baron Cymbeline! My family paid for this great palace! I'll walk in it if I want to and—" He tried to push past but the guards held him back. They were attempting to be respectful and follow orders at the same time. Not an easy task. Violet decided to help them out. She reached out for Baron Cymbeline's magic. It was faint—nothing like a Monarch—but she sensed the wrath lurking in his veins. Nobles always practiced a weaker version of their Monarch's power and Violet was relieved to find blood elves were no different.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

More like a pet than an equal. “Nonsense, Castro. I don’t believe the dragon has a Trueblood. I’m sure he used gold or other means to secure his safe place here in Noirvald and protection from Lord Tibold.” “Who’s Lord Tibold?” asked North. She was addressing the question to Kira.

"Don't worry. I'll have the waiter bring some desserts, so take your time to eat. We'll leave immediately once I've settled these troubles." Caspian smiled as he continued, "Where's the waiter?" The waiter outside entered the moment Caspian's words fell. She was already scared stiff of the scene in here. There were people all over the floor, all of them crying and wailing. The most astonishing thing was the fact that Aaron and Kyle were utterly powerless. Defeated, they were kneeling in front of Caspian. This was the Zanns they were talking about! One of the Eight Noble Lineages in Naporia!

No, my friend, you shall require nothing less than the formidable might of a grade III fire element to eradicate them from existence! "Ah, alas! I have long championed the cause of delving into the depths of magic research and nurturing the growth of prestigious magic academies! Yet, my pleas fell on deaf ears as the masses clamored for an excessive investment in knights! And now, behold the dire consequences that have befallen us!" A fellow noble chimed in, adding fuel to the fiery debate. The debate raged on, a tempest of words and egos colliding in the grand hall. Princess Ladia, regal and composed, perched upon her throne, a silent observer to the tumultuous spectacle unfolding before he

Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on