Novel & Cerita Dukes Of Ruin

Cyrion Duskbane strode through with what remained of his soldiers—once-proud warriors of a fallen kingdom, their cloaks sodden, their eyes fierce. “The Duke’s banners retreat,” Cyrion reported, flinging a rain-slick helm to the ground. “But do not mistake it for surrender. He gathers strength beyond the river. He will strike again.” Thalric Veynor’s name burned in Serenya’s chest like a curse. The ruthless duke had taken too much, broken too many lives. His shadow loomed over every fragile victory. “Then let him strike,” Serenya answered, surprising herself with the iron in her tone. “He will find not a fractured kingdom, but a storm that will not bow.”

The Lunur Kingdom was divided into four regions and was govern by four Grand Dukes and the land was managed by the castle. Every regions has unique cultural heritage depending on the Duke who governs the place. Duke Hassan was a duke of the marshlands. It was a place barely reached by sunlight and was very dark. The place was also home of poisonous plants and animals so no one truly go there. Simply said, the Duke of Marshlands has fallen from grace. However, the prince fancy him so he was safeguarded by his knights. When he found him missing from the mansion, he urgently sent people to look for him.

But the Duke flashes in a cold glare which makes the guard gulp in fear. “F-Forgive m-me , my lord!” he squeaks. “You can enter!” Something about the man scared the guard. With one gaze, the guard understood that this was the Duke of Sloria, one of the most dangerous men in the continent. The Duke simply enters the tavern. It is an old, shabby place made of a few bricks and stones. A bartender nods at him as he passes by but the Duke pays no heed to him. He heads straight towards a small wall and searches for a particular brick. He finally finds a loose red brick and presses it.

"The dungeon was of common rank, even a rare grade monster cannot be found there, we all know of only one kind of beast, that has such powers while being of low rank. I recommend the dukes to commence dispatching their forces to the connecting dungeons" "It would be fortunate if it was a new monster, but if it turns out to be what I suspect, then we would have to start preparing for the waves." Duke ifrit warned. Duke Ifrit sought to destroy the monarchy, not the empire. It is the empire that brought him up and has made him what he is today; all he wants is to remove the weeds that pollute the empire. That was why he informed the other dukes and even the Princess about his findings.

“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.

the duke said, already agitated. James clasped his hands together, a cruel, sadistic look on his face. "You know how it goes, Sir, a contract is a contract." "If you're so sure this will hold up and The Crimson Mercenaries will stand with you-" "Oh, I am. They've already joined my ranks. Copia has the superior army and weaponry. Do you still think I'm going to lose, Your Grace?" "You're bluffing." Not taking his eyes off of Duke Maine, cool and confident, he picked up his phone and handed it to Duke Maine.

My vision blurred even further with my throat raw like I had swallowed fire, I felt myself fall and then my eyes close. THE DUKE I caught the girl before she hit the floor as I have been observing her movements from the time our eyes met across the room, now she was the only one worth paying attention to because not only was she beautiful but her scent was something I could not resist. I am the Duke of Valestead and I am also a Vampire, one who have lived for centuries but few people knew that and one of them was her father. Nine years ago I had gone over to his manor for a business deal and he had all but run me out of his house because according to him he did not want to do business with a

People around them clapped and began whispering about their dance as the Duke went to talk to other nobles. "Puwaaaahh!" Her nerves were so nervous she forgot how to breathe properly. The Duke of Polvaros, otherwise known as The First in his line. Duke Reynold Devine was the Military General in the war that happened in the past between the human and insurgent monsters that tried to invade the western border of The Brightheil Kingdom. This was even before King Albus declared hostility towards the humans. He slew 500 monsters with his brigade. Because of the Duke's excellent performance on the battlefield, he was awarded a title and given a fief that is now known as the 4th largest city that r

Huxley hiccuped and stood nervously, “Of course, I would get sad your grace!” Duke Raziel nodded, “Good answer. Now leave.” Huxley trembled, looking at the door, and gulped. Taking all the courage, he continued, “But the duchy is at stake, your grace. You can not delay your work anymore.” Duke Raziel inhaled deeply and gnawed in his teeth, “I am the duke. Of course, I can do what I want.” His attendant nodded, “Yes, of course, you’re right, your grace. But you have duties.”

“He leaked them. Oh my God, Ethan, they’re already everywhere.” As if on cue, my phone buzzed again, news alerts, social media messages pouring in. Headlines screaming deception, scandal, lies. My name dragged through the dirt. Lucas’s mother, stained in the eyes of the world. I stumbled back, shaking my head. “He’s ruined me. He’s ruined everything.” Ethan lifted his gaze, anger and promise blazing in his eyes, his words a dark vow. “He thinks he’s won.” He stepped closer, holding my shoulders, forcing me to meet his gaze. “But he has no idea what kind of war he’s just started.”