Bloody Duchess Novels & Stories

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

She kept her eyes down, trying to figure out why she'd been called here. One of the women spoke up. "We don't bite, you know." "Nor will our gaze turn you into stone," added another. Lily looked up, noting the expensive silks of their gowns, with lavish embroidery and beautiful embellishments that she once imagined wearing herself. When she looked upon the duchess, she was surprised by the warmth she found in the woman's violet eyes. Lily was older by two years, yet the duchess carried a mature, knowledgeable expression in her eyes that told Lily she was wise beyond her years. It made Lily nervous, because wise people could often see what others could not.

With all courage I gently said, "I am Celestine Duke, the Heiress of Vamparia, please let me enter the heart of the palace." Sweat was dropping on the floor where I was standing, and the door unexpectedly opened after a few seconds, giving me shivers. The light that comes from the room has blinded my eye, and I'm reawakening my expectations, hoping that this time I won't be disappointed, and would receive a gift.

Hannah responded, nodding her head. "Thank you." then she started. "I discovered this place by accident..." ********* "then, I saw the body's face. Guess who it was." the Duchess asked Hannah. "The Duke's younger brother, William." Hannah answered slowly, bending her head. "How did you know?" the Duchess asked, looking surprised. "I knew long ago that he was into black magic but i kept it from the Duke." Hannah replied, feeling guilty.

God help her. Greg would admit that when he put that item in the list of demands, he’d expected a firm and flat no from his cousin if not from the queen first. He was surprised when they fully supported it. “Misfortune…” Lucy began, with the voice of frost. “...is a condition brought about by nature, something none of us can control. What happened to the duke was not a misfortune. It was a conspiracy designed to compromise our species. A scheme to get close to the duke to take my daughter’s blood and you call that an ‘incident’? Which the duke had the ‘misfortune of suffering’?”

Duke Arthur and Beatrice Blanche who was sitting alone in the room were sitting quietly until it was filled with laughter of the Duke. "You are going to be the Grand Duchess of this Empire. You don't have to make a deal with me, do whatever you want!" Arthur shouted full of pride. "You don't even know me, what if I do something that can embarrass your name," Beatrice said shyly. Arthur thought the woman in front of him was very interesting. She was brave enough to make a deal with the Grand Duke while others fainted just standing in front of him but now he saw the lady being shy all of sudden.

The outcome was always nice, and Micah would applaud her for her intricate style. When Berth walked up to Marymanda dressed in one of her exquisite dresses styled to her taste with her very hands, it was simply too good to be true. "My lady, how may I be of service to you?" Marymanda said, bowing slightly. Berth was a duchess; it was only appropriate that her husband, Duke Dickson, was wealthy, although not an inch as wealthy as the king. Therefore, she had a maid who could cater to her needs. "I want to go out for a walk."

Shirley took a deep breath before knocking on the polished wooden door. She hadn't been that nervous working with the late Duke, but now she was somewhat intimidated by his daughter. Perhaps, it was because, for the past few months, Shirley had witnessed a few hissy fits from the young Duchess that would make even an army sergeant flinch. There were about fifty-four servants before Violet took the sovereignty of Averbury. By now the Duchess had already fired half of them.

“Everleigh!” Everleigh’s movements were a blur of crimson and shadow. I had never seen her fight before, and I never thought I would see the day. Her teeth sharpened into lethal points, glinted in the dim light. Arturo, with a feral grin, met her onslaught with equal ferocity. Their bodies became a whirlwind of motion, punctuated by the sharp cracks of flesh meeting flesh. Dominic, observing the chaos with cold calculation, waited for an opening. His eyes, devoid of emotion, fixed on me. I gulped. “Dominic…”

The town had failed her, the town was supposed to be her shield, she had failed her— the town let her own sister touch her man. Betrayal is an understatement for what she felt, she was disappointed. Generosasis shapeshifted into a Dragon. Yes, I said Dragon. They used to exist ages ago. The fire-breather stomped towards the couple, ignoring the presence of the astonished people. She grabbed her sister with her tail and flung her off, during this time— Dordin was still unconscious, he was in a deep slumber. He wasn't aware of the chaos around him, or that the woman he cherished was trying to burn him alive. The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course,