Duke Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Therefore the final possibility – the most likely and most abominable one – was that Duke Hurst had killed a Shadow Rune wolf and fed her sickly daughter that unfortunate wolf’s spirit stone… I should know this better than anyone else; for it was my very own mother whom they had carried away that day when my whole pack was killed. In fact, one of the men who carried her off that winter night was this blasted figure in front of me – Duke Jude Hurst – the devil himself and the first on my lists of targets!

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

“and I would win it.” And as the Duchess stares into Lord Brandon’s face, she discovers, that there is something frightening like no other nightmare in the world could replicate, in a devotion like this. An ardent, zealous, terrifying brand of devotion, one that is more befitting of a creature they call the Shadowed Beast than a man. For better, or for worse. The man - the monster - to whom she had bartered off her own daughter, with thoughts of a hundred and thirty thousand lives, and hundreds of thousands more.

gasped the Noble Shadow leader. "You will die if you even touch a drop of her blood. She doesn't even have to try to kill you all. Her breath alone will reduce you to bones." "In any case, don't touch her. I don't want a freak like that coming after me, so don't touch any of her people." "Understood!" The Noble Shadows departed right away. Duke Miel leaned against the window, stroking his hands, particularly his left hand, which was missing a finger.

“With my bare hands.” Callum's eyes glittered with something like amusement, but there was a flicker of something else too. Something darker. For a moment, I wondered if he believed me. But before I could think much more on it, another figure emerged from the shadows near the throne. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a permanent sneer etched across his face—Duke Ravencroft. His eyes narrowed as he took me in, and I knew immediately that he was someone I would have to kill eventually. Just looking at him made my skin crawl.

The other man in the chamber, the Duke, shifted. Victor’s eyes found him next. And froze. Tall. Cold. Perfect. Wrapped in black and silver military garb, broad-shouldered, gloved hands folded behind his back. Duke Aaron of Thornveil looked carved from moonlight, silver hair, high cheekbones, sharp eyes as pale as storm glass. He wasn’t just Victor’s type. He was the type. The one Victor only hired in fantasy. The one he’d never have the balls to approach. And right now, he was standing there… glaring down at him.

"So tell me all the details, did you all succeed in killing Victor and putting his house on fire?" Derius, the duke of Maxwell duchy, said to one of the shadow knights he ordered – who was kneeling and bowing in front of the duke’s back. The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café

The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first. “A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

But unlike humans, his Lycan body could not be purified from the effects of Sorcery using Holy Energy. His body was the body of a dark creature that would resist Silver, Holy Power, and could not master Aura. Holy Power could purify the Sorcery effect in his body, but it would also slow down his regeneration power. On the other hand, Alchemy could help him very well, which was why Old Duke could only install dozens of Alchemy-made Anti-Sorcery stones. Considering all of that, the union between Old Duke and Old Duchess was an extraordinary thing. Old Duke was the Creature of Darkness, an Alpha Lycan. While Old Duchess was a Fae, descendant of the Creature of Light, Elves.

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war