Duchess Swan Novels & Stories

"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

Before it finally loosened and we started to slide again, I still had the metal rod in my hand Alexis screamed as we started sliding and let go of my legs SPLASH We landed right into the murky water, Alexis on her back and me on my stomach "Oh my GODD" Alexis screamed and stood to her feet I rolled over to the grass and layed there for a few seconds before I heard Alexis scream. I rolled my eyes "its just mud and water I promise you won't die" "no you idiot I'm stuck" I glanced over at her to see that her foot was stuck in a mudhole. I chuckled a bit "well I guess it sucks to be you huh" I said while glancing down at the metal rod in my hand, it was weird looking and had tiny words written a

his eyes looked sad, but I knew deceit lived there. “I hope you die today,” I whispered under my breath, I heard footsteps approaching me, I turned and it was the duchess, at the corner I saw Mateo struggling with the crocodile as he held it down with his knees. “I apologize on Ennie’s behalf, she’s usually a sweet girl, I think she’s off her meds today” The duchess managed a weak laugh, she saw no one laughed back and she stopped, “Come on dear, let me take you to get changed,” she said, gesturing for me to follow.

"Who is that?" Batard responded in his deep voice. "It is I Obaji, the duchess of Nutusel and the only wife of the great lord general Zandy." "What do you want my duchess?" "I need you to come help save a woman, a pregnant woman. She is in labor, and she is dying after an arduous journey." Bartard kept mute. He held his wife's arm tightly. "You there Batard?" "Yes, my duchess. "

"Sorry to interrupt, Alpha, but we also have an audience with King Renald's second and third-in-command, the Douches..." "It's Duche," a voice bellowed behind them. "Like a Dutch oven." Everyone turned to see Commander Duche and his brother Lieutenant Duche approaching them. They were a chip off the old gladiator block. They were both tall, stacked with muscles that hid under the armor made of dwarven steel, and no doubt enchanted, Laurie sensed. Lieutenant Duche had light blonde hair, powdered blue eyes, and clean-shaven chiseled features-not that Laurie noticed-made others around him not take him too seriously. Commander Duche resembled him, but age was starting to pull at him.