Duke Novels & Stories

Missing him pulls at my chest like a quiet ache, though knowing he’s away brings relief. We are presented. “His Grace, Duke Noah Wingknight of the Northern Reaches, and Her Grace, the Duchess Paige.” Quiet hangs heavy. After a breath, voices rise - sharper now, buzzing with heat instead of calm. Here they arrive. Curious ones first. Then those who mean trouble. Followed by quiet plotters slipping in behind. “Duchess, we heard such tales of your… resilience in the North. How… rustic it must be.” A lady with sapphires in her hair.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

“Bit by bit, year by year, I became what he wanted. Spoke how he wanted. Dressed how he wanted. Until there was nothing left of Valentine Ross except in my dreams.” Duke’s expression softened. “And in mine.” The admission hung between them, delicate as spun glass. Valentina swallowed hard. “Your turn,” she said. “What happened after the airport?” Duke leaned back, eyes distant with memory. “I drank. A lot. Started riding with the Kings more seriously. Got into trouble.” His mouth curved in a self-deprecating smile. “The usual clichés. Broken heart, bad decisions.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It was a long time ago.” He refilled thei

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

(Francesca Oliver) Duke Oliver and his wife, can’t help but felt extremely proud of their eldest daughter, who actually were able to become the Aeternum Royal University Student council treasurer. Listening to her stories about the Cabinet Hall of Aeternum, Duke Oliver were already dreaming to be apart of it. Because unlike many, Duke Oliver truly knows what a significance of that titles and honorable those position were, to him Aeternum is the ideal government for him to pour his soul into, but sadly, he is the duke of Alemia Nation not Aeternum.

the man was sitting on a roof just behind her, Tala felt cold, no one even saw him there "–Stand down" The group watched him land and stood calmly waiting for Jane's next word. "And there you have– it" "Who are you?" "My name is Jane, I am –a hunter, he is Duke" "Why did you come hunt us?" "The Sassaba are –a clan of stray–s" "Then what would I have to do to get them of your hit list!?" Jane looked at Duke, he answered "Form an official new pack, with a suitable Alpha" "Am I a suitable alpha then? Or maybe Yolanda?"

she answered. It took a few seconds before the Prince responded. “If that was what you think, I did not have any reasons to object to it,” the Prince said. “Your answer lacked details,” Duke stated. My ears tingled by what the Duke had expressed. I forced myself to smile and look innocent, though I wanted to smack him. Frederick Ivrea, one of those people you do not want to mess with. A valiant warrior--- a perfect description for the Duke of Athenesy. Exterminator of corrupt officials, pirates, and any person who attempts to overthrow the Empire.

“People said that he got the blessing of the protector of this island and became immortal. Unable to die in this frozen land. Rumor said that he was waiting for a worthy enemy. Did you know about Duke Lancia?” Hearing that names, Cecilia's heart stop beating for a second, “Pardon me?” “The grim reaper of the war zone, High Commander on this Empire. Duke Lancia's winning history must longer than train's railway. If the two of them fight, who do you think will win?” “Duke Lancia.” Max said with confident smile. “Why?” Derek asked, failed to see Cecilia's dark expression. Max shrugged when said, “Bec

Mandy tilted her head to one side, looking uncertain for a moment. “Don't you know that everyone called him a ‘rake' for a reason? He is the heir of a Duke title. He is an Earl now and his father is a Marquess because his grandfather still holds the Duke title but still, everyone knows sooner or later it will be passed on.” “I am aware of that but I am not sure I understand what you mean. What does his title have anything to do with the warning you mentioned earlier?”

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”