Duke Novels & Stories

There was a sickening sound of bones cracking as she crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from her nose. "Mama!" I dropped to my knees beside her motionless form. "How touching.” The voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm. I looked up to see its owner. Lord Edric, Regent of the town after the duke and duchess’ deaths. He was also the present Duke's uncle, the monster that fed on blood. He stepped in with a frown on his face and stared down at Mama and me in disdain. Our eyes met, and his narrowed as he searched my face.

And the network of old tolls and toll houses that would control all carts and companies. "That is an interesting proposition," The Duke said slowly. "I am an interesting man, Your Grace." "You are sure you can catch the Stag?" "I’m sure," Denovan replied. The Duke glanced at his daughter. He assessed her with a swift, calculating look as if weighing up a horse. He looked back at the commander and smiled widely. He had received a large amount of money. "My dear Windemere," he said raising his glass. "You may place your bet." "Evangeline."

He raised a single, heavy boot and kicked the mahogany door clean off its iron hinges, sending the massive slab of wood crashing across the polished parquet floor of the solar. Inside, the air smelled of expensive, imported pipe tobacco and aged cherry wine. Duke Charles of the Southern Marches stood by the wide arched windows, his velvet robes of deep emerald green rustling as he spun around to face the intrusion. He was a man in his late fifties, his silver hair neatly coiffed and his fingers heavy with gold signet rings, but his aristocratic composure was utterly shattered. In his right hand, he held a half-burned sheet of parchment—a letter he had been fra

When in combat any title didn't seem to matter. The Duke took out his sword, the black sword with a raging red dragon engraved in the handle and growing into the blade. It seemed fantastic and imposing. How many had lost to that sword? No one would dare to answer as it had passed from generations to the most powerful descendants of the Royal House. This time, no one would dare to claim that position but the Duke. "Excellent, boy," the man smiled, though he wasn't that old, he should have been at least a couple of years older than the Duke. "You had managed to control the power within that thing."

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Chest out, shoulders back, one hand in pocket. Such elegance and confidence that he commanded the attention of everyone present there. Blanca's eyes fixed on him and realised that figure. It was Maddox Dasher, the arrogant businessmen in Las Vegas, Nevada. He heard the people gossiping about him. Some were calling him the King Of Vegas, others called him an arrogant prick. But he was quite wealthy. Many nightclubs and casinos are under his name...he is said to be the cruellest person walking on the earth. It is said that a person can not survive a day with him..that's how much anger he holds.

The driver climbs down and opens the door for his master. “We are here, Duke,” the driver informs him. The Duke nods and slowly climbs out of the carriage. He is of a large build and even taller than average werewolves. In fact, he is of the Lycan race, the most superior one of all. They are at a cheap looking tavern which leads to an underground arena. Without a word, he enters the tavern where a guard tries to stop him. But the Duke flashes in a cold glare which makes the guard gulp in fear.

Before long, we are ready to compare our notes. Like Clark Jr., Duke is availably single, so no issues on that front. Aside from their white supremacist extra-curricular activities, the age difference between the two cousins is apparently large enough that they don’t really interact much, socially. Where Clark Jr. is a basement-dwelling high school dropout, Duke actually graduated and is living in an apartment, while working full time at his dad’s car repair shop. Based on his profile photos and status updates, it seems Duke spends most of his free time either at his favorite watering hole bar, or

Seeing the Duke’s stance Dareon made his silent Inhaling pattern, his dragon’s way of making his body light for easy aerial maneuvers. Dareon knew that the Duke will be using his fast leg works in running and leaping and then will blow him with his deadly scissor-style kicks and when he is down already, he will sweep him off, and then his wolf claws will grab him either by the neck or heart to reap it. He will not allow that to happen.

The Duke flinched by the sharpness of the mere guard. "I'm planning to take the lady for lunch. A dog guard should just follow in the back, don't you think so?" Duke Molten is so pissed. He is ready to get rid of the guard by disrespecting him many times. He will use it as an opportunity to blackmail the lady. A vicious smile showed on his face.