Duke Of Shadows Novels & Stories

“If it’s not the famous prince Alessandro and his father”, Shadow said, he turned to Kieran, “Oh I see you brought along your mischievous second in command” Alessandro smirked, “I’m glad you know who I am. Trust me the stories you hear about me are true, only a lot worse. I wish I could say I knew who you were but I don’t, so who the fuck are you?!” “As far as introductions go I’d rather be remembered as the man who conquered Vampires and brought you to your knees before slowly putting an end to your cursed existence!”, Shadow replied with a manical smile on his face.

‘What can you see? I took a breath, letting my focus shift, allowing the world to blur until the physical reality of the room receded and the energy beneath it began to glow. It was an exhausting exercise, one that made my head throb, but I owed him the truth. 'It’s the Duke,' I whispered, my voice trembling. 'Valerius. Around him, it isn’t just vanity or ego. There is an aura, a dark, oily stain that clings to him like soot.'

Aurora just laughed, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “Aria, brother should be afraid of you. You should keep him wrapped around your finger!” I looked at her like she had grown two heads. Her brother? In my hand? Never in this lifetime. Not in seven more. I wanted to tell her he’s the storm itself. He will never bend for anyone. He will dent the world around him however he wants. As I turned my eyes away from Aurora, I met a pair of intense grey eyes. His cold grey gaze locked onto me without a single blink. They stripped me bare, making my breath hitch in my throat.

“It was made to look like an accident. A fall from a horse. But I knew. I found the evidence - a tampered bridle, a paid-off stable hand. I took it to my brother, the King. He saw the truth. And he told me to let it go.” That anger never warmed. It stayed frozen, sharp enough to cut after all those years. Names mattered too much. Too many of them tangled in the dark. One spark could crack the whole realm apart. He called it duty. Said I had to stand like armor, even if it crushed me. So I put her into the ground. Then I buried the part of myself that still hoped for fairness. Now they call me the Duke of Ashes. The walls around me aren’t meant to block others. They hold back what burns insid

“You’re right, you both killed me.” “Then how are you alive?!” “Dracula?” He looked at Duke. “Will you share what you know with your brother?” Duke looked at me, his jaws clenching. “You killed a clone of him. That’s what he does. He creates clones, seals them inside chambers and leaves them in a dormant state so whenever he ages or dies, he can jump into a new one. Thanks to the technology inside the ancient temple he could do that. It’s a special crystal that allows him to transfer one soul to another body. But I destroyed those crystals, you shouldn’t be able to be in a new body.”

Concrete walls stretched off in two directions and the black maw of a doorway faced him. Always comfortable with the darkness, Vanadine flowed towards the dark rectangle and entered the building. Darkness wrapped around him like a cloak that he welcomed, becoming one with the shadow, as was his nature. Yet what would have been almost utter darkness to most people was like daylight to Vanadine, his eyes naturally able to perceive light most could not. He strode purposefully and silently through the building, marking what once had been a hospital wing but was now just a hollow shell. The sounds of a struggle and voices drew him on as the pair of men taunted and teased the woman, making her squ

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

His obsidian eyes seemed to miss nothing, and his dark hair fell in artful disarray. Luca was known as the "Whisper." He was a master of stealth and subterfuge, able to move in and out of the shadows without a trace. His quiet demeanor and deadly precision had earned him the nickname. He was the clandestine operative for the Bianchi Shadows, a secretive and mysterious gang known for their covert operations and manipulation of information.

I pulled her in my arms and hugged her tight. “This is not happening.” “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out.” “This can’t happen again. Something’s really wrong with me, Shadow.” I showered as we got back to the pack house. I changed to my clothes, and Shadow was already waiting for me. “I texted Duke that he will handle pack business for a while. I didn’t elaborate on why, but he replied, “Take your time.” “Thanks.” “No problem. Are you ready?” “As I will ever be.” I linked our hands together as we walked out of our room.

My Beta was alerted as he saw Shadow had a knife. She didn’t hesitate, grabbed his finger, and made a small cut enough to bleed. Duke hissed. “A little warning would be nice.” She looked at him. “Would you let me cut yourself?” “Probably not,” he hesitated. “Exactly.” She drew a deep breath and pressed her thumb where the wound was. Duke gasped. His brows furrowed. When Shadow let go of his hand, he checked his finger and showed us as if it hadn’t cut before, aside from the trace of blood on his finger. “Fuck. How did you do that?”