Dukes Of Ruin Novels & Stories

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.

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

“May I speak, father?” I asked innocently at my father, who growled at Irwin, the marquess. My parents wanted the twins of the Duke. Duke Jaxx and Duke Jaxton were the devils howling dogs, monsters of one pure mind. Guinness was destroyed but gained the complete favor of four small kingdoms from the marquesses. I, a nearly ten-year-old, could never compare to such devils of just twelve. By far, all who dared double cross them suffered even after their afterlife, is what the rumors state.

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.”

When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out. It was a knock-down, drag-out fight — the kind that leaves you trembling long after it’s over. Words that could never be taken back, tears that wouldn’t stop. And somewhere in the middle of it all, we called it quits. But of course, nothing was ever simple. He refused to move out. The home — a small, rent-controlled place that had been given to me and my children — suddenly became another battlefield. And there I was again, standing in the ruins of another promise, trying to figure out how to keep my babies safe while the walls around me cracked.

Kane said. “Absolutely not,” Asher added. I burst out laughing. “Oh no, no, no. Suddenly I love this plan.” Kane glared. “You just said we’re too crazy in the same space.” “Yes, but now that you both hate it, I feel healed.” Asher pointed at Dante. “This is sabotage.” Dante’s expression didn’t change. “It’s strategy.” “It’s evil strategy.” “It will work,” Ryker said, and his eyes met mine briefly. “Kane is direct power. Asher is chaos and infiltration. Together, they cover two sides of your world.”

This used to be my life, the little boy that I was, waking up every day to this filth. Young girls walk around naked, their bodies on display like decorations. They carry trays filled with drinks and drugs, offering them to men and women dressed in expensive suits and silk. Elegance on the outside, rot underneath. “Suits and silk are made for the devil,” I mutter under my breath. Dwayne keeps talking beside me, shouting over the noise. “The masters are here, but even I don’t know who they are,” he says. “Could be anyone in this room. One of them… or all of them.”

Why would someone want to become a Duke? Dukes were immortal so they lost all of their families. They did not have a pack and could only have territories by assignment. They could not impede on a territory without an invitation. And they could not use much of their monstrous power unless they were under a king. And even if they had a king, they still had to be in servitude. For someone like Jorgsten, the cons outweighed the pros by far. So why would we… The ground shook a bit as dynamite exploded in the distance.