Bloody Duchess Novels & Stories

“Are you sure this is your choice duchess? This would cause a burden to the Xaviera’s. I could hang you with a felony. Surrender now, Duchess. Your duke is not here. You are powerless.” She continued slinging her sword at him and he kept on dodging it. The prince then slipped and she had taken advantage of the situation. With a final blow, she managed to kick away his sword and the prince fell on the floor. She pointed her sword at him and smirked, “So? Do you need enough reason to prove that I won now? The prince spat on the ground and hissed, “This is treason against the empire.” “Hell if I care.” To her peripheral vision, she could see Ven gaining advantage too as the knights were surrend

She would be heavily scandalized if the Gossipers were looking at her blushing face right now as well as the desire that was apparent in her eyes. "Should we go home now, duchess? Why don't we have some time for some more relaxation here?" Niklaus baited her as she was snatching her fingers from his grip. He smirked before the duke was leaning against the mat as he closed his eyes. He sighed before he was humming a lullaby that was making Becca's insides jumped at the melody. It was haunting yet it was beautiful. She sighed as she was looking at the maid that was talking with the footman. She can still taste the blood that would flow from the veins of the maid as she was biting into it, sipp

The duchess reported. "I should wake my husband up. We shall be joining you shortly." "Thank you your majesty." The duchess then turned to leave. "Do you perceive any smell here? It smells of blood and... I am probably wrong." Evelyn wondered if the smell was that strong. Because she had been in the room, she had gotten used to the smell a little bit. She then walked to wake her husband. But she stopped when the smell became stronger as she got closer to him. Dry blood, rotting flesh. She hoped it was not what she was thinking.

Thinking that there was a quite huge possibility that the cold-blooded butcher would buy her, Lili felt like a fishbone had been stuck in her throat. Even though the Duke looked handsome and fresh outside, it wouldn’t matter if his insides were rotten. Lili bit her lips and waited for the old lady’s reply. She hoped that the old headmistress could think of a solution for her current source of trouble. The duke. The man that had been dubbed as the ‘Butcher of the North’. She didn’t wish for a bloody duke as a sponsor, especially if the man was someone infamous for killing young ladies… like her. She wished some dragon would just swoop her away and be done with it.

the duchess exclaimed. “I did not do anything. She was the one who took off my clothes...” he began to say, and the exasperated expressions and feelings of the majority began to escalate further, including that of Shia’s. “But I only did that to save your life! I touched you with care!” she exclaimed. At that moment, the duchess collapsed. Everybody went into a state panic as they tried to revive her. It took a few more minutes before she came to her senses and before she could speak up.

It was strictly forbidden around Enzo or he would beat the crap out of them. When he first met her… Six years ago now seems like a long time, she walked into the Guerriero mansion, covered in her brother’s blood from head to toe as she begged Alexander’s father for his help. She desperately begged for her brother to be saved. She wore a white, sunflower patterned dress, that was what made the scene even more ghastly. Her hair was loose and almost reached her thighs, her eyes teary and they tugged at the heartstrings Alexander never knew he had.

“But then again, we both know that nothing will happen.” “You impudent bitch!” the duchess snapped as she rose from her seat and was about to slap Emery. However, even after a full swing, the duchess just fell on the ground with a high pitched yelp after Emery dodged her slap. She looked down on her and said, “You are growing old already, Your Highness. Better be more careful or you will be on bed rest earlier than you should.” “Fine,” the empress finally said after a hard debate with herself. “I agree to that duel to death you are proposing.”

“What’s the Duchess going to do about that? Have you met them? It’s a tiny outfit, I don’t know why my brother ever bothered.” Rogue laughed, and hard. “Blaze… where do you think I get my guns from? Trust me, the Valkyrie are dangerous. The Duchess is incredibly good at what she does, and her second is… well. I lost five guys to Karma years ago before the Duchess and I hashed out a treaty. Fuck her over, and she’ll take over your little club. I’ve seen her do it before.” “She doesn’t have the manpower to do that.” “If that’s what you believe, Blaze, you’ll come to regret that. There’s a reason I have a very conclusive peace treaty with her.”

As she feels a little hopeless in her search, she decides to check on the pillows on the bed. As she lifts one of the pillows, she found a small letter in there. "GOTCHYA!" She exclaims in satisfaction, and anxiously she dashes right off away from the Duke's room, leaving gruesome traces in the area. Panting, the Duchess grows tired of whipping the whip on Lady Berenice's body. She sees the open wounds, spurting out blood as the room's wall and floor are covered with Lady Berenice's blood. "This is uplifting my mood, such a nice feeling," Duchess Moina chuckles as she tells herself.

Duchess Amberie said and Damian reluctantly stepped away from her and let the Duchess do his job. The duchess was able to stop the bleeding and applied treatments to her injuries .. Damian on the other hand stayed at a corner staring at the woman whose lips had become paled and broken too.. He was still controlling the flow of the poison which is more painful than anything he'd encountered... He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes to hide his eyes which looked terrifying.. Once the duchess was done with the princess she went over to her nephew and that was when she noticed the injury on his shoulder which had turned black..