Duchess Swan Novels & Stories

“Go now, before I change my mind. Oh, don’t forget your fees. I’ll collect those later!” As soon as he said that, the group of men immediately ran away, straight towards the door. They already lost their will to even take part in the auction. Not with a death god hanging over their heads. “They run so fast.” The duke uttered coldly as he watched the men run for their lives. “Lucas, don’t forget to collect their promised payment later. We’re going to need it for this upcoming winter.” “Yes, Lord Duke.” Lucas bowed. “The job’s done. Now I have to greet my gue…” A frown slipped out of the duke’s face. He looked around and felt confused. “Lucas… where’s that lady?” “She’s gone… Duke. She ran awa

'Your runaway filthy brother who kidnapped the princess! ... Volumptuous beauty twirled her swan like enticing body carving out in space, her sensuality beaming through the voice of her moves as hazel orbs were stuck on her breathtaking curves shaking to the beat, alluring like the flower of the spring. Daksh emptied the wine glass as he recklessly threw it against the wall, shattering roar trembled the dancing doll as she haulted her steps in mid air, stupified by his sudden aggression.

Vlora's soothing words and warm hand made Maddox confident and he was sure of whatever decision he makes, his family is going to support him. Crystal moved in sleep, she was having a bad dream...gasping she uttered something. Vlora and Maddox exchanged looks when Crystal mumbled, "Swamp Goddess..." Both of their breaths hitched when they heard that she was the one watching the Goddess in her dream. Is was nearly night, the sun had set and the dark clouds took over the sky. "People of Czar Land! My niece and the youngest wolf in the Dasher family has seen a very bad dream...about Swamp Goddess..."

Victoria shouted, fear overtaking her. But the Duke barely flinched, his eyes locked on the man before him, determination flickering in his gaze. “Stay back, Victoria. It’s not safe,” he ground out, his voice strained. Victoria’s mind raced as the man took another swing at the Duke, but this time, the Duke sidestepped, grabbing the man’s wrist and twisting it, forcing the knife from his hand. With a swift motion, the Duke landed a solid punch to the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground.

The duke however was devoted to his childhood sweetheart, his betrothed, Lady Amaryllis, the heir to the duchy of Stormwall. Lady Amaryllis was beautiful and gentle but no kitten… she had claws of her own. She never resorted to taking shade under anyone… but provided shade to everyone she deemed worthy. Zelda and Lady Amaryllis clashed openly and yet, they never turned bitter enemies. Instead, Lady Amaryllis earned Zelda’s respect and gradually forged a friendship… and a lifelong loyalty… that not even the Duke could interfere with… Later, Zelda turned this obsession and friendship into protecting Lady Amaryllis’s heirs… becoming the most trusted companion in Alex’s troupe.

"Perhaps you've got an excellent idea, after all." She smiled. "Yes. And you can always have those decadent Cyprians over when the season is at the end." Her smile had grown even more maliciously gleeful. "I understand you have a new opera singer in your stable of ladybirds that will tide you over nicely until then." "My dear duchess," Henry said with deceptive calm, "you have the tongue of a billingsgate fishwife." "Do I?" The duchess asked with a lifted brow. "Perhaps I've been around my nephew too much."

I mean people could be dying when I was busy, balls deep into some random woman; or my enemies could be flooding my territory all ganged up to kill me. “Don’t be greedy, sweetheart. You have claimed all of me already.” I slapped her ass as I walked away from where she was bent, ass in the sky and face on the couch. She let out another annoyed sigh, and I stifled a chuckle. Picking up my pants from the floor, I searched my phone from the pocket and when I found it, stared at the screen with utmost shock as the name ARCHDUCHESS remained displayed on my screen as the device continued vibrating in my hand like it was cursed.

“I told you, right here.” Her eyes turn to purple again. “I am so happy to be your Duchess,” She smiles. “But can you promise me that you won’t be cruel? I have heard that Royal Werewolves are cruel and violent.” I laugh. “I mean, every creature is capable of being that. But I will never be that way to you.” She smiles and starts to lean in. Suddenly, she gasps and disappears. SON OF A BITCH!

Duchess Selene gibed at Ladia's face. Duchess Selene, the youngest duke of the empire, was a prodigy from birth who rose to the rank of a duke at just 26 years of age. She attained the title of S-class at the age of 22. A Master of poison arts, even while being the duke with the lowest level, none would dare stand in her path.

Duchess 14 The sun was up in the sky and most of the animals are now awake and are creating a symphony of their sounds outside of the manor. Some of the birds even flew inside my office as I conversed with the prospective new Chief of the Guillemore Village together with the current Chief. “I really do need to applaud your excellent eyes Chief, this candidate that you picked really is promising, and he was taught the necessary skills of leading a village— by you at that.” I said, praising the current Chief by the way of how he chose the next chief of the village. It was nearing lunch and they had seeked an audience with me as to inform me and to officially transfer the title of 'Chief’ to Me