Bloody Duchess Novels & Stories

Invisible, yet it wasn’t the case, but a mix of the deep forbidden alchemy and the sheer of blood from the imprisoned epitome of darkness inside of him. “With the Duchess nurses a baby, her own or maybe not, a grinning cat sits on the hearth, but not just an ordinary cat. And have you guessed who it might be?” “Cheshire!” She excitedly answers giggling by the tale that only drawing her close to her doom. “The there’s a Cook, that stands at the stove, dumping pepper into a cauldron of soup. The pepper causes the Duchess and the baby to sneeze incessantly.” Emphasizing the last word as Chantal is getting drawn and even deeper to the tale. He is all smiles as he continues, but without asking fi

"You put your hands on top of the basin, and we must draw blood from them..." The Alchemist's voice became lower and lower the longer he spoke. He was afraid to offend these two high nobles who suddenly asked him to check their lineage. He glanced at the middle-aged man with long silver hair in front of him. The notorious Duchess who was rumored to kill her mother was trying to check her bloodline with this unknown man? Scandalous! He thought that he was brought here just to check the blood of the wyverns, which he was very interested in doing. He had never cared about high society before, but he couldn't help but care very much in this situation.

My vision blurred even further with my throat raw like I had swallowed fire, I felt myself fall and then my eyes close. THE DUKE I caught the girl before she hit the floor as I have been observing her movements from the time our eyes met across the room, now she was the only one worth paying attention to because not only was she beautiful but her scent was something I could not resist. I am the Duke of Valestead and I am also a Vampire, one who have lived for centuries but few people knew that and one of them was her father. Nine years ago I had gone over to his manor for a business deal and he had all but run me out of his house because according to him he did not want to do business with a

“Yes your grace, our great kingdom is known for its rich soil with White... I'm sorry I feel a bit dizzy ehm... He trailed off looking disoriented and suddenly his hand trembled, the goblet slipping from his grasp. It clattered against the table, spilling crimson across the white tablecloth I pushed back my chair quickly to avoid the mess. “Tariq?” I called out. The prince’s eyes had already glazed over, his frame slumping forward. The room erupted into chaos as his bodyguard lunged forward, but I was quicker. My hand darted beneath the layers of my gown, producing a knife gleaming in the candlelight. In an instant, I had the blade pressed against the guard’s throat. “Still your movements,”

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

I repeated but with some hostility. "No need to sound aggressive Mr James" said Nicolas. He had a heavy moustache and a big frame and when he smiled, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We have a message for you" Harold said. "Give me the message and get the hell out" I said. "Its right here" Nicolas said, searching his briefcase. Before I could react, two bullets were immediately lodged into my skull. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I slowly sank into oblivion.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Rhoderick, the Wolf King of the Dark Blood. “My dear young lady,” his low, gravelly voice echoed through the haze, thick with mockery, “you look absolutely pathetic.” Lila stared at the apparition. She knew who he was—the Archduke of the Dark Blood Duchy, the most wanted man on the continent. “What do you want?” she snarled, pushing herself up shakily. “Come to laugh at my misfortune?” “I have no interest in laughing at trash.” Rhoderick flicked his hand through the air.

The duchess smiled as she put down the cup. But the cup slid from her hand before it could land on the saucer as drops of blood drip from her mouth. The maids who were with them panicked and ran to the manor. She was left alone with her mother so she couldn’t order anyone to seek help. All she could do was hope that one of the maids would call for her father or even one of her brothers. “Mom!” Sera’s eyes grew wide as her body trembled in fear when the duchess fell on the ground.