Adventure Time The Duke Novels & Stories

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

Kaelus didn't even blink at the bloody display unfolding right in front of him. "Raipherze! I—I heard the Duke talking to the head butler!" the young man who leaked the information blurted out, shivering in pure terror as he stared at his comrade's mangled face. "You just said Lancaster." "It—it was just a stopover, Your Grace! The Duke owns a massive estate in Raipherze. Back when he proposed to the lady—" "Enough," Kaelus cut him off sharply. His chest heaved with a quiet fury, entirely unwilling to hear a single word about his woman's past with another man.

The duke stood up as he hurriedly opened the letter and read its content' {Crystal Palace} The letter contained only two words but to the duke it meant everything. A way to the greater dungeon! The duke was excited, he had to go there immediately but also have to avoid the prying eyes of the princess's spies. He instantly burned the letter to ashes. "Send a letter to Duke Miel, tell him to get his men ready" "The wait is over" City of Aerowyn Duke Miel, the strongest warrior of Brightwing Empire. Miel

“I like you, your grace, but...” “But not the same way you love him,” Nylian scoffed. “I know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “He always takes everything from me.” “He's not bad.” Jimmy mumbled. “Sure,” Nylian nodded. He got up and opened the door, “Make sure to finish your breakfast.” he said before leaving. The Duke left the mansion and headed to the village. He wanted to go to the library to buy a book about the Dark Creatures. He was planning to give it to Jimmy so that he understands how much danger they are and why he can never beat them.

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

I shouldn’t. The Duke returned dressed as a moth again. I grinned seeing him fighting by my side. Did he decide to help me? I forgot he was a hero for the redcursed, having the power to calm down their curses. “You said it would be the last time we saw each other, yet, here you are in flesh and blood,” I chuckled. “I thought so too. What are you doing here?” “Hunting!”

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

Duke chuckled. "it will take time but your witch loves me because you flung that man so hard he probably still knocked out",I looked at him surprised. I sag in my seat and he kisses my head. "it feels hopeless, I look at him, what if my witch hates me?",he gathers me in his arms and kisses my head. "she loves you just like your wolf does baby this will take time and lots of patience ",I sigh again. Duke pov

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

Sunlight glided through his hair with pail light and gleamed on his chestnut color skin, and Cassy thought crazily what it must be like for him to look that good; it was appalling that she stared at him in such a way. She turned away quickly, missing the Duke’s sudden frown at her. He had noticed her wide eyed reaction to him, and hoped that it wasn’t what he thought. Eastland’s mouth tightened, he had met youth who were flirting with him before, usually painted boys with smiling mouth and old eyes, boys who made his skin craw. If Levington had any of those inclinations, he’d better get rid of them! "Saddle it up, Smith," the Duke said in a rough tone that made Cassy’s eyes swing towards him