Novel & Cerita Duke Of Shadows

Droco dropped me on the ground ,pulled a piece of cloth off my mouth and whispered huskily in my ears. ''Speak only when spoken to'' Few minutes later ,an overpowering presence was next to me,the blindfold roughly pulled off my eyes.It took some few minutes to adjust to the light. In front of me,was a perfect pair of mismatched irises,a scar running across his cheek that did little to no damage on his face.The stubble on his face added on the power his face held. ''I smell Saltbridge on you.''He grunted. ''Better answer fast while am being nice.''

“It’s David!” He frowned. “How do you know that?” “We saw him shift! Black wolf. Purple eyes. He’s fucking huge. He’s not like any werewolf I’ve ever seen.” Duke threw up his hands. “What am I supposed to do? I’m living at his house!” Luke shook his head and took out a notebook. “Don’t jump to conclusions for one. And how big?” “Let’s say Lucy could ride him in more than one way.” My face burned as Luke burst into laughter. “Duke!”

( It asks in a proud manner) ALEXANDER : Who are you and why are you trying to destroy Haven?? ( He asks in a calm tone as he moved his horse forward, staring intently at the dark cloud) FACE OF A MAN FORMED IN THE CLOUD : Hmm… Because of the name you have made for yourself, I shall entertain your questions. I am Drake Manchester, Warlock of shadow but you can call me the Shadow King and for your second question, I do not want to destroy Haven. I merely just want to enslave it’s people and bring them as an offering to the Dark god.

The shadow knights were prepared for a dreadful battle. They knew what that man, Uriel, can do to the minds and how he had used his illusions to send their friends to a gruesome death. They knew it, but they were prepared. This time, the Duke was coming with them. And there is no way, their General will lose against that man at all. Not even in the last war, that Crown Prince was able to do anything against the Duke. "She is going outside, get closer to her," Kein murmured, and two shadow knights followed Gia. She was sneaking out from the house of the General through a hidden path.

With a soft velvet cloth, the librarian wiped the round lenses of his glasses. “This is strange,” he thought. Where did the blade come from? It looks like someone has taken over. But, if so, how did the artifact of the Shadows get to him or to them. Perhaps someone in the clans asked for support from the dark ones outside our region, if so, then the apostates must be identified and exterminated. Surely the foreigners were promised territory, our territory. Duke frowned. – Really all the same vampires, with shadofami? No, it can't be, they wouldn't dare. More like the tricks of the lower clans, trying to break through to the top. The old days gave us more freedom no matter what.

Elizabeth felt a ghostly chill on her body then in shock watched the black eyes of the Duke turn into bloodshot eyes. Thin veins ran up his neck and then attached themselves to his eyeballs. As if they were pumping blood into his eyes his black eyes were filled with blood, a frightening amount of blood that made his black eyes bloodshot, leaving thin veins underneath his eyes. Elizabeth's heart pumped. He was a War Wolf? He was the Master of this Villa? The Duke of the Rousseau Duchy, Constantine Rousseau? Elizabeth swallowed. She did not want to lose her head at nineteen. She should have listened to her Mother and baptized herself in the name of Mother Earth to remove the bad luck on her he

I whispered. ​"No," the Duke said, a dark smile spreading across his lips. He reached into the air, and a shard of darkness solidified in his hand—a jagged blade of pure shadow. "Silas stays in his tower. These are his pets. And I am very, very hungry." ​He didn't wait for them to land. He stepped out of the broken window, falling into the black void of the night. ​I ran to the edge, watching as he descended. He didn't hit the ground; he hit the first helicopter like a meteor of shadow. The metal groaned and buckled as the Duke tore through the rotor housing with his bare hands.

, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

she asked, and Alex gave a soft laugh. She sensed humour from him, and annoyance from Lukas, but both were almost drowned out by their wariness, and no small amount of fear. Lukas sighed softly, "Shadows can merge with other shadows, becoming part of them," he said, his voice still near a whisper, "And can move through them, from one to another, with little resistance."

Dante walked over to me, his presence an overwhelming weight. He took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up at him. "The Trust is a corpse, Ivy. I made sure of that. If there’s a heartbeat left in that organization, I’ll find it and I’ll stop it. You don't need to worry about the shadows. I am the shadow." The arrogance in his voice was a shield, but I saw the slight tic in his jaw. He was worried. The "Blood Protocol" was humming beneath the surface of his skin, sensing a threat he couldn't see yet.