Duchess Swan Mga Nobela at Kwento

As she spoke the moons words. “Yes,” She spoke slowly. Her heart dropped as the newest chosen floated within her mind, her beast growling in displeasure at the prospect while her mind whirled in sympathy. Another life the Goddess would overrule. “A Conduit?” Leonidas questioned further. “A re-birth.” Leonidas stilled and her hand clenched his as their connection continued. A re-birth was never heard of in their lifetime, a divine gift the Goddess bestowed upon her greatest wolves, a curse for they were that it was bestowed upon.

"Madam!" "Madam!" The screams echoed from below. Every eye was fixed on the castle’s highest tower, where a woman in a blood-stained white gown stood precariously on the edge. Selene Moreau Leventis was the Duchess of Leventis. She was a woman known for her quiet, submissive nature. But now, she was standing in the most dangerous of places. The guards behind her moved with agonizing caution, fearing that a single misplaced step would send her plunging into the abyss.

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.

“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.”

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

All through my walk in the living room, all I heard was the hum of the central cooling system in this extremely hot weather and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee. “Elena…” Duchess Hermoine Gallop greeted me with a faint smile as we met eyes. She’s standing at the base of the staircase, dressed simply in a navy wrap blouse and crisp white slacks. She looked extremely elegant without even trying. Unlike most of the royal members, she looked like she didn’t care about her status, nor did she have anything to prove. Duchess Hermione Gallop was a distant member of the royal family and considered Deacon’s aunt, hence a Duchess. However, she was her mate’s alpha of another pack and had to ma

“You know, he felt like he had to come clean about his past before me. Like, hello, I have a child. I wasn’t exactly saving myself for a mate that I never knew that I would find. What are the chances of a full-blooded witch even finding a mate? I may be one of the first for all I know. He seemed to calm down once I explained to him that sexual appetite and witches go hand-in-hand. I promised it would only be him from now on though, and he acted like I awarded him the Nobel Prize or something.” I chuckled because I could definitely imagine Luca’s happy face. “Want to know something funny that few people know about?” I asked her. “I love knowing secrets,” she said, giving me a sly smile. “Mom

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

After all, she didn't reside at the pinnacle of Dawsbury's social hierarchy, "Lana, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Word has it that Earl and Countess Snyder are on the lookout for a duchess. With your beauty and talents, you're bound to capture their attention. "Soon, you'll be the most distinguished duchess, and we'll all rely on you for our livelihoods," exclaimed the enthusiastic Alice. Excited by Lana's invitation, Alice was already picturing her as the chosen duchess of the Snyder family.

I asked, my heart heavy with fear. "Yes." Nicklaus’s POV "You're not grasping the situation. Dedusa has chosen our daughter," I tried to clarify. "And who is Dedusa?" I was thoroughly confused by my mate's response. I wished I could understand who this Dedusa was. Then she said, "Dedusa is an evil witch who seeks to become immortal."