Duchess Swan Novels & Stories

--- That morning, a woman, appearing older, with a sturdy build and a very stern expression, approached Atthy, who had just woken up, followed by several servants behind her. "Good morning, Your Grace Duchess," the woman greeted with a firm, elegant demeanor, her voice full of authority. "My name is Helena Whitmore, the High Head Maid of the Skythia Duchy." Atthy stared at her for a moment, feeling slightly awkward. "Good morning, Madam Helena... may I call you that?" she asked, still hesitant. "Of course, Duchess," Helena replied, her expression unchanged, making it unclear whether she liked it or not. "But just 'Helena' will do, no need to call me Madam."

I commented and pointed at the diamond ring she was wearing. "This… this was a reward from the duchess." She answered. "The duchess? Weren't you only hired 10 years ago? My mother was already dead by then, which duchess are you talking about?" I asked sharply. "I… I'm sorry, my lady. I misspoke." She apologized. "Carmella, good timing. Tell Sir Danyll to round up all the servants in the main hall and please gather the expenses report of the castle immediately." I ordered as soon as I saw Carmella enter with the tea.

Duke asked beside me. I shrugged at him while still looking outside. “I don’t know. What I only know is mates are chosen by the Moon Goddess, werewolves can reject their mates and it has a strong bond towards each other.” “So, you don’t know about the fated mates?” I looked at Duke with confusion in my eyes. “F-Fated mates?” I asked while creasing my forehead at him. “W-What is that?” Is it different from what they told me before? Duke looked at me in the eyes and I couldn’t tell if what I saw was true, but he somehow smiled, a little.

Lady Sophia carefully carried the tray and put it down on the table. "Your Grace, this is the ginger tea that you like. Please have it while it's still hot." Lady Sophia's voice was calm as per her normal behavior. She didn't show any trace of her earlier disappointment and hurt towards the Duke. Duke Kensington, who was doing his work, looked up when he heard Lady Sophia. "Where is the Duchess?" "Her Grace is by the river. She wants to paint and not to be disturbed by anyone, Your Grace." Lady Sophia informed the Duke.

"Sol, you are a half-dragon right?" "... Indeed. So? Are you going to kill me to get my core?" "Oh, ~!? You are surprisingly calm. Do you think I would not hurt you? No, from your reaction you are clearly wary of me. Then, do you think you can beat me? Ah~! Even though you don't really believe so you don't think you would lose either. I really wonder what kind of skills you obtained during your awakening." The duchess continued to ask and answer to her own questions.

The scent of purity clung to its skin, the scent of the Moon, and she wondered why it was here. Had Michael finally gained the courage to try and end her? “Submit,” She growled out. She put power behind her tone this time and the dominance she had kept locked up over the last few months flooded the air. Theo dropped to his knees and the wolf coiled up on itself and slowly transitioned back to their human form. The crunching of bones filled the air before a panting woman lay before her. Green eyes looked at her through a shield of blonde hair before looking away, unable to hold her powerful gaze. Adelaide let her gaze roam over her as her claws retracted. She had little to no scars on her bod

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

Even if she could, it would take a long time, and Regina would freeze to death. Sira realized she would have to ask for help from people nearby, hoping someone would help her get the mistress out. Running around looking for people, she came across Mira, her aunt. "Auntie, help me!" Sira said in a trembling tone. "What's wrong? Tell me what happened?" Mira looked at her niece intently, searching for answers. "Duchess was buried by a pile of snow that fell from a tree while she was watching the snow fall." Sira pointed to where the mistress was trembling.

“Along with the duchess’ plan, she promised us land and riches once she sat on the consort’s throne of Western Wind. She was absolutely confident that she would succeed in her plot. And if her plans were to fail due to unforeseen circumstances, she claimed that she wouldn’t be easily caught and accused with the sort of poison that we made. “In regards to the abduction of a lowly mortal, I regret to confirm that the duchess never did such a thing. Although, we, the servants, are unsure if she did something of the like behind our backs. But even her closest servants and advisors weren’t aware or told of such a scheme. “May His Royal Majesty, King James of Western Wind, and His Royal Highness,

“Yes. It is indeed. The naked man you met beside the lake last week” “You’re…you’re the Duke?” “Cedric Blackwood, Seventh Duke of Springbrook.” He gazed at her vivid, passionate face. “But from the look on your face, I suppose you’re probably wanting to call me “that asshole”.” “That’s why you were swimming,” she said, ignoring him. “You weren’t trespassing.” “No.” He shook his head slowly. “I was out for a run and decided to cool off in the lake. My lake.”