Charles Lee Duel Novels & Stories

Cole didn't know when he suddenly blurted that out. "Oh, the duel" he recollected himself. He had almost forgotten about the duel and now he understood why Max was suddenly interested in his injury. He turned to look at Cohen who kept his mouth shut and was staring at Max whose gaze was fixed on Cole. "Sure... We would have the duel__" "Tonight!" Max said with a smile on his face. "Tonight?" Cole was astonished by his sudden outburst. "Yes, tonight" "Of course. Tonight then. I would have Lucas and Elder Cohen make the arrangements and the rules"

Charles backs into the foyer to accommodate us, and I ask him, "Can we talk alone?" Charle's eyes shift to Vanda before returning to me. "Yes—we can." "I'll find Elizabeth," Vanda tells me, and then he's gone again, leaving Charles and I alone in the foyer. My tight shoulders loosen. "I—I need to know if he's okay," I say to Charle. "He really killed all forty of Walter's men?" "He did." "Why?" "Because Walter is his next target," Charles says simply. "So this is about the Elders' Blood title?"

His sharpshooting skills were unrivaled within the organization. To think Seven would be taken down by a single shot from Charles was beyond imaginable. The female assassin waited, but Charles remained hidden in the shadows, not making a move. "Charles, you’re out of bullets, aren't you? Tonight, it’s either you or me. You killed my two comrades, and I'll be sure to avenge them!" she yelled. "Is that so?" Charles gripped his gun tightly, his mind racing. He narrowed his eyes while pulling out his phone, which was still connected to Peter.

His visit lasted a little longer than Mr Fritzwa's, but when he at length emerged he, too, wore the look of one perfectly satisfied with the success of his mission. Meanwhile Patrick, when Mr Fritzwa had left him, finished his toilet with less than his usual care, and tried not to think too much about the morrow. His thoughts, however, showed a disposition to creep back to it, and he found himself recalling all the fatal duels of which he had heard. Happily none of these was very recent. The only recent duels he could call to mind were the Duke of York's meeting with Colonel Lewis - which had taken place three years before his own birth, and Lord Casterley's late affair with Mr Connings. Nei

Charles said to Adrian. "So how did you manage to save her? Did you kill the old man's men?" Adrian asked him with furrowed brows. "Yes, of course, I killed all of them. When I got to the scene and saw how they were shooting at the lady's car as if someone wasn't inside and also ignoring the fact that the car could have caught fire, I got infuriated and killed all of them," Charles said to Adrian.

“Oui, Mademoiselle. I am Eric Caron. Unfortunately, there was a duel...we pulled into port and the captain was challenged.” “Challenged? By whom?” “I don’t know the man's name, but he is most likely a known gentleman. There was no time to establish seconds.” She swallowed, fear rising in her throat. Duels generally had predictable outcomes – one man dead. Even when a duel was fought to first blood, accidents were known to happen on the field of honor. Though duels had been outlawed for good in 1837, declaring such acts as a criminal offense, some gentlemen still carried on with private duels now and then. Rumor alone wasn’t enough to convict the guilty parties. “The result?”

His reflection in the glass looks as cold and resolute as the man himself. A half-empty glass of whiskey rests on the table behind him, untouched for hours. His mind is elsewhere. He speaks softly, almost to himself: “Charles Lee…” His jaw tightens, and his eyes darken with the weight of old rage. “The man Eleanor trusted enough to stain her hands with blood. The man who probably knows the sins she buried deeper than anyone else.” He exhales sharply, clenching his fist.

Vyin’s POV. - “Then, let’s begin tonight’s first match! On the black corner…!” With anticipating voices erupting from various corners below the VIP balconies we’re on, I look to Charles next to me and close to the wine pulled curtain. ‘He mentioned Congressman Lee earlier. Are they acquainted somehow?’ He also refrained from speech altogether after that. This unusual behavior is hinting at something dire I must’ve overlooked.

Viewing the faces of the men, they looked nervous, like they didn’t know which outcome they would rather have. I turned my attention back to the council. “This fight is for the alpha of the Watermoon pack. Owen Daniel Liebe has challenged Charles Gregory Watermoon to a duel for the alpha position. May the moon goddess be with you both.” They then stepped out of the circle. One member shouted, “begin.” Charles and I quickly shifted; Storm was ready to end him after threatening Mel. Storm rushed Charles jumping onto his back, with his front paw, Charles managed to cut into my stomach. I let go and jumped back. The cut began to burn. It burned the way the silver burned the other night, that is

"Now, tell me what I need to know, damn it! You shot Lucy, did you?" Charlie dragged in his breaths. He glanced at Liam painfully, then at Elena; she turned her face away. The host guards were all listening now, ready to take action any moment from now. "I shot no one," Charlie said. "I was with Liam all that day when she got shot. I swear by my life." Liam snorted amusedly. "That is total bullshit. Do you want me to phone James right now? You know he was there too. Thank God you brought him." Liam was already scrolling on his phone.