Duchess Swan Novels & Stories

Everything went black and in the darkness, I heard a voice I didn't recognize saying: "Baseline scan complete. The subject shows strong resistance to standard sedation. Increase dosage tomorrow. The Architect wants her ready for deep conditioning by the end of the week." "And the other one? The twin?" "Same protocol. We process them together and break them down at the same time then rebuild them into whatever the Architect needs them to be." "How long?" "Three weeks for complete erasure maybe less if we use the accelerated method." "The Architect approved accelerated method?" "For these two? Yes. They're special and they're blood and she wants them perfect." I had three weeks before I was go

She could sense the frustration in David, and even as she wanted to spring it loose, she wasn’t sure the entertainment wasn’t more satisfying. “Go away, bird,” David growled. “Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Duchess flapped into the cabin, her talons clicking on the table as she perched and twisted her head one way and then the other. “Berries for pretty girl.” She clicked her beak. Bonnie swore she saw the bird grin. —------------------- “Squawk. land ho. Reach for the sky!” A flap of feathers and the now-familiar sound of sharp talons clacking onto the rail-ing beside him announced Duchess’s arrival in the wheelhouse. They’d spent most of the day on the water, making steady progress to-ward home.

Who wouldn’t know about the only gray-haired family in the empire? “Are you excited, sweetheart?” the duchess asked with a smile. “We’re going to have our hunting outfit tailored today.” “Are you going to wear pants this time, Mom?” Even during hunting events, the duchess always wore dresses and rode on a carriage. Though girls were allowed to wear pants during such occasions, the duchess still chose to wear what was comfortable for her. However, it would be different this year. Since Sera was already knighted, she would be participating in the hunt which would require her to wear pants.

Wolfgang brushed Douglas' long, sharp-clawed arm aside and flung him into the air. Douglas immediately changed back to his human form, his eyes still filled with hatred, but he knelt before the Wolf King. "Why do you want to kill the prince?" The Wolfkin turned back to his human form and asked Douglas. Douglas, without delay for a second, raised his head and said to the Wolf King: "He stole my wife, sir." "Your wife?" The Wolf King looked at Lily and continued: “Is it her?” “Yes, wolf king!” Lily, who was lying in one place, hugging her body because Douglas had just pushed her hard, immediately stood up.

I refused to let my panicked scream slip out. A Crescent Duchess should not be bothered by the sight of blood. “Be careful. If your activities leak out–” Amos shuffled forward on his knees. “Duchess, you are the head of South City. We can take the city and no one can resist us.” “You and what army?” There was a click, followed by a harmony growling. I knew that disgusting scent anywhere. “Wyverns,” I stated, forcing down the bile crawling up my throat. Amos’ jaw slacked and then an excited grin slipped onto his face. “You really know it all, Duchess. These wyverns are still being created. Soon, they will be ready for flight.”

Katie’s POV Cold air swept across the room. And that led me to take a whiff of what’s in front of me. The Duke had this distinct smell of an ancient western suburb area, if that made any sense. Or if that even exists. But his Duchess.. I sharply turned my head toward her. The Duke took notice of it and smirked. “Ah! Right. Wolves have a very very sensitive nose.” ‘She’s human?’ I subtly mind-linked Vlad, and he answered with a quick, ‘Yes.’

A voice—cool as glacier wine—cut through the velvet noise. “Enjoying the illusion, dear?” We turned. Standing a few feet away in a dress that looked like it had been sewn from crushed emeralds and other people’s misery was Duchess Gloria Wintermellon. Yes, Wintermellon. No, I couldn’t say it with a straight face either, but this woman looked like she hadn’t smiled since the last solar eclipse. Sharp cheekbones. A fan made of peacock feathers. A smile dipped in venom. She didn’t even look at me when she said, “Lady MacMayer, I suggest you remove your hand from the Duke. It’s rather unbecoming to cling to a man who is already promised.”

Ducan raised his sword in an instant, meeting hers. She glared at him then raised her sword again and thrust her hand forward. Ducan turned to his right in a quick motion and pointed the tip of his sword at her heart. "You would be dead right now." He said loudly. "Talk less." She screamed with a heavy breath then attacked him by jumping in mid air with a loud scream. Ducan raised his sword and it collided with hers. She landed on the ground and threw a punch at him which he grabbed in his palm and twisted.

"Duchess Ashleigh of Oblivion. I had no idea you would be our welcome party." The duchess laughed, "It has been quite an adventure. My brother thought I was quite insane to set out on this journey this morning, but I hope he realizes now it was not as crazy as it sounded." Ashleigh looked at the well-dressed, slightly younger man to her left. "May I present Duke Fedelmid, my little brother, and recent recipient of Ravenna's land and title." Fedelmid bowed, "It is an honor Your Majesty. And yes, when my sister said she had been talking to the water, I thought she had lost her mind. She is always surprising me."