Bloody Duchess Novels & Stories

Then, as our broken mother tried to escape the estate with us in tow, the Duchess accused her of theft and a group of Knights that served the city attacked her, leaving her body in the streets while my brother and I hid behind a building. This was something that only I had known about. Something that I had never told my brother, because I knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking the Duchess’ life, thereby ruining any chance at achieving his goal of becoming a Knight. I had figured it all out on my own after we were forced into the Du Pleasant estate, finding torn and burnt documents with the Duchess’ handwriting detailing the abuse on my mother as well as the bonus payment h

Suddenly, the duchess spoke, "I know that it's a hard thing to grant but before I leave the capital and have a treatment somewhere, I wante dto see him with you as his partner once again just like on your debutante. The truth is, I don't want to push this one to you but I just really wanted to see you two together but if it's really troublesome, then please just refuse my request" she said and sniffed her nose a bit. There was a slight tear on her face and looking at it, she really looks pitiful. I never read a part on the novel that the duchess got sick so I was surprised and confused about it for a moment. Did the author perhaps didn't include this as well? Well maybe. Just like the duche

"Even though she is the youngest duke, she is the one we want to avoid antagonizing. I vividly remember... when I called her a nerd, she poisoned my hand and I lost a finger." The Noble Shadows were astounded when Duke Miel brought up the past and even displayed a tinge of trepidation. Duke Miel saw their expressions and understood just what his men were thinking. He hissed, "Do you think I'm a coward? There's nothing wrong with being scared of the powerful. Perhaps the most powerful duchess in the empire is Duchess Isla. Imagine fighting someone whose body is the deadliest poison in existence. How would you do it?" "That means..." gasped the Noble Shadow leader.

The air reeked of incense and steel, a suffocating mixture of prayer and blood. Thalric Veynor, the duke who had maneuvered kingdoms into ruin, stood at the center of the chamber. His cloak, a deep crimson lined with sable fur, trailed across the flagstones like spilled blood. He had waited for this night—the final gambit of his schemes. His eyes, hard as black glass, were fixed on the throne dais where Serenya Vale, the newly unmasked heiress, now held court.

She felt the hand around her arms loosen slowly, and a new wave of pain crossed the duchess’s eyes. When the guttural scream escaped the duchess's throat a few seconds later, the midwife was not sure if it was from the news of her husband’s death or the gory sight of blood as the lady in waiting practically tore the baby from its mother’s womb without due process. The duchess looked down at the woman who stood between her thighs with her child in her arms, as her voice died down and life slipped away from her body. She could sense her death as much as she could now see the evil lurking in every corner of the room.

But as her gaze met the Duke’s, she saw a flicker of something else—something dangerous, something she hadn’t seen before. The Duke’s voice was low and deadly calm as he spoke. “I’ll take my chances.” Suddenly, the man’s gun went off. Time seemed to slow. But instead of the sharp sound of a bullet, all they heard was a thud—something hitting the floor with a heavy, muffled sound. The man’s face twisted in confusion as he looked down at his chest. Blood began to pool beneath him as he collapsed onto the floor with a sickening thud. Victoria gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. She glanced up at the Duke, who was holding his gun steadily in his hand, the smoke still curling from the

“Where are the others?” “Captured by General Steward’s forces. Where is the duchess?” “In her parlor,” the guard said. He led him through the wine cellar and up the stairs onto the ground floor. He passed long tapestries and all the trappings of the duchess’ wealth and power. From down the hallway, he heard someone screaming in agony. They were getting closer to the screaming. When the guard opened the door, the screaming echoed down the hallway. He swallowed. The duchess was one of the most ruthless members of the vampire’s nobility, but she was also the most insane. Where John was led around by his ambitions and sense of entitlement, the duchess was driven to the edge of madness by her gri

It is not like it would not happen in the future, so what a better way than to do it now. "It is a pleasure to fight with you again, Duchess," Gia smiled as she saw the serious expression on the face of Emma. She thought she was having a hard time now hearing the voices of the crowd. "Duchess?" "She is… a silver-haired woman… the Duchess is also a silver-haired…" "Oh my!" "She is a Luriem, a witch!" "But she is the Duchess!" "How disgusting!" "Get her out!"

"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.

In fact they were standing still, as if awaiting the end of the conversation. The duchess snorted, “What nonsense! Eridanus was planning a revolution from the very beginning. And you, bitch, were on his side. You should have been strangled in infancy, like Ger said!” “But...” I found nothing to answer. I choked with my own breath. “But, but...” she mocked me and then bellowed, turning to her guardians, “Why are you standing there? Go on! Kill them!” At this moment, Glein lurched and began to let go of Reive, tightening his grip on his sword.