Novel & Cerita Dukes Of Ruin

Jason followed him and glanced back once with an apologetic smile while the cold girl named Alyssa stared at Noah for a bit before taking her leave too. Noah, on the other hand, frowned. He didn't know what the man was talking about. To his knowledge, Ruins were sort of like inheritance grounds where a high level Battlesoul master once lived while they were alive. The things found could be weapons, Elixirs, resources or battle techniques. He didn't think that his three-day absence would cost him some valuable intel.

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.

It became the desperate need to prove a point. I and Ghost were desperate to prove a point to one another so much that we were willing to burn the world to the ground. Winning was my endgame. Ghost was after all a common messenger and I was the head of La famiglia. The Rodriguez famiglia. A name not to be toyed with. I couldn’t lose. But I fought that battle, spilled so much blood until I became blood sickened. Of course my inability to take a life by my own hands had set me back. My reputation was ruined and once again, it was proven that all I was was just a pretty face and a sharp mind.

If he wasn’t good at what he does and a genuine good guy (as much as it’s possible to be in our world), I wouldn’t imagine Karma and Duchess would respect him as much as they do. Despite being covered in the blood of a couple scumbags and the beer in my hand, I couldn’t forget what Karma said. Duke. I kinda liked it. But… Would I be the Duke to Alex’s Duchess? What would that even mean for our two clubs? The Valkyrie and the Henchmen are different. In the Henchmen, none of the partners are involved in club business.

The Duke, who thought himself a genius mastermind, had been outplayed by his own student in a game he had created. Liora used every lesson the Duke had given her to destroy him. "You... you dare destroy this infrastructure worth trillions of dollars?!" the Duke screamed over the radio. "This infrastructure was built on the blood of my family, Duke.” “I would rather see it destroyed than fall into your hands," Liora replied coldly. Back inside the cave, Mavric looked at Liora with an almost insane sense of pride. He pulled her into his weak embrace, wincing slightly at the pain from his stitches.

Now I was shedded with light sa kung anong meron sa mundong ginagalawan ko. All this time, I thought we were governed by a president, but no. "Alam mo ang worst part?" She said, I intently listened. "Nawawala ngayon ang mga royalties, at kasalukuyang pinaplano ni Duke Raven Hellion na siya o ang anak niya ang mamuno sa Imperyo. Pero..." Lumapit siya sa 'kin. "Sabi ng iba, malupit raw ang Duke ng Hellion Duchy. May tsimis rin na hindi na babalik pa ang mga royalty dahil pinatay raw ang mga ito."

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

Jean stops and looks at Duke. “I spoke to my own sister in person just a couple of weeks ago. She didn’t mention anything. And this could have been communicated over the phone,” Duke narrows his eyes. “A phone call can be tracked. Are you familiar with her mate?” Jean asks, gathering a file off his desk. “I know he is a warrior, just starting a school. He is a technology major,” Duke tries not to seem bored. “He is of the Warrior Class, but he is a Red Blood Warrior,” Jean hands over the file to a now shaken Duke.

He rubbed his injury slowly. “I’ve already warned you. Keep your hands off me. I don’t work for you, Jay.” Rachel drawled his named snidely, in a similar manner to the way he’d been talking to her. “And I’ve already got your garbage figured out. He’s your infiltrator.” A long slender arm extended, one slim finger pointed at Duke. “What are you going to do without him? Take a medieval rooftop fortress with your fifty men and some unverified information your clever sister has found?”