Duke Of Shadows Novels & Stories

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

Impossible,she can't be the shield"Marcus said. "I am the shield and you can't see me because I'm invisible for now," Ava replied"Come with us now to the northern empire," "Surprising,"Lord jack said."We have to hurry,Jadis has Mary and I'm scared of what she might do to her." "See this dark lord," Jadis said holding up a bottle for Aiden to see with Vandora behind her. "Holy water," Vador scoffed.Holy water is a water that can be used to make vampire weak and vulnerable,after pouring holy water on a vampire you can kill them with a sword or stake easily. Holy water also affects dark witches too which is why Jadis is all covered up.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

My empire in the making. It wasn’t just about laundering money. No, I wanted more. I wanted an empire that pulsed with debt, with chains, with power disguised as pleasure. Desperate people were the easiest to control. Especially the guilty ones. The sinners. The weak. That was where Tony Russo came in. Sweet, pathetic Tony. A manager who once barked at dancers and begged for tips now wagged his tail for me the moment I waved money under his nose. He’d agreed eagerly, greedily, when I offered him more than he’d ever dreamed. Now he was mine.

He carried me the rest of the way down the hall and into the master bedroom, kicking the heavy door shut behind us with a resounding thud that sealed us away from the rest of the world. He dropped me onto the edge of the king-sized bed, following me down immediately so I was trapped beneath the solid, immovable weight of his body. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long, gilded shadows over the harsh angles of his face. His eyes were entirely black, dilated with a raw, predatory hunger that stripped the remaining breath from my lungs.

“From now on, you’re his friend. You tell him you hate me. That you’re ready to switch allegiances. Meanwhile, I want to know every move he makes. Every breath. Every whisper.” Luca chuckled on the other end. “Understood. I’ll be his mirror.” **** And just like that, Luca became my shadow in Istanbul, watching Lorenzo. He pretends to hunt me down, while feeding me his every step. Let him keep thinking he’s got an ally. Let him chase the wrong flame. I lit it for him. And when it burns out, I’ll be standing there in the ashes. I turned to my men. “Let’s not forget what kind of business we’re in,” I added coldly. “We don’t just serve kings and rich generals. We serve demand. That means shadows

I could barely breathe as I scrolled down, the article unfolding like a nightmare: In a shocking turn of events, Adrian Blackwood, grandson of the late billionaire patriarch Arthur Blackwood, is on the verge of losing his inheritance. According to an inside source, Adrian, who was set to inherit his grandfather’s vast fortune on the condition that he marry the woman chosen by the patriarch, has been living a lie for the past four years. Sources reveal that Adrian, instead of marrying the woman handpicked by his grandfather, secretly wed another Vanessa, a young woman reportedly coerced into playing the role of the ‘chosen one.’ This deception, aimed at fulfilling the stipulations of the will

Duke Essandor had more grey hairs than he did a few months ago. Understanding how much he paled in comparison to the Universe was a cruel blow. Though he didn’t whimper for long, his constant pushing to reach the heights above had taken a toll on him. Currently he was an Above Mortal Realm Wielder. It was good progress in just six months. But the Duke wanted more. For he understood how feeble he was in comparison to the gods. And he wanted to be able to hold his fate in his own hand the next time a storm struck. Alas, this was the next trial and it had come too soon. For he was nowhere near strong enough to stop anything that was happening.

Duke had gone pale as marble, his mouth opening and closing, no sound emerging. Justice, I thought fiercely. For Zande. But first… “What is the Shadow Waste and Eastern Veil?” I asked a numbed Diana, who looked on the spectacle with open mouth. Was the place that evil? She turned to me, mouth still open. “It’s a place like death. Duke won’t survive there for a week.” She licked her lips. “I thought it a myth, seeing as no one has been sent there in the longest time.” “What’s it about?”

The air reeked of incense and steel, a suffocating mixture of prayer and blood. Thalric Veynor, the duke who had maneuvered kingdoms into ruin, stood at the center of the chamber. His cloak, a deep crimson lined with sable fur, trailed across the flagstones like spilled blood. He had waited for this night—the final gambit of his schemes. His eyes, hard as black glass, were fixed on the throne dais where Serenya Vale, the newly unmasked heiress, now held court.