Duncan Firebreather Novels & Stories

"The rental agreement didn’t say anything about living with a wild woman." I chuckled. Dera laughed and leaned forward. "Only when I drink." "I’ll remember that," Duncan replied with a grin that lingered a second too long. We laid out another hand. Cards flipped. Breath held. Duncan growled. "Fuck." He pushed himself up from his chair. He towered over us. My eyes dragged over his body as he unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was firm. His shoulders wide. A tattoo of a fighter jet curved across his forearm. He didn’t look sculpted, but he looked strong. I remembered Dera walking in on him the other night. She had seen this before.

he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "He's breathing," he called back to those gathered. He turned the man over so his face was no longer hidden and stared at him. A red beard covered his face and grew down his chest, braided at the end in an ancient style. Brodi could remember his father wearing his the same way. His face was covered in mud as were his armor and leather leggings. "They have all traveled," Finn said, coming up and standing next to him. "They

CRYSTAL POV Okay! Hear me out. There’s something called a big dick, and then there’s DUNCAN’S DICK. Duncan Griffin was... Man, he was fuckin’ gifted. Hell, that man didn’t lack anything in all the departments. I have never really been a fan of giving head. Let me just say it was the least favorite thing to do in all of these sex wantons and shits; but seeing his little big guy in front of me, all veiny and angry and all ready to plow me till I forgot everything about life, I knew I was a goner.

How could Donovan be so mean? She heard sure footsteps and rushed to her feet, her heart pounding as the door was opened to reveal Donovan. She observed Donovan's curly hair, now longer and more pronounced, triggering memories of his past cruelty when he bullied her as a child. But this time, he stood before her as an adult, his hair lending him an air of rugged allure rather than innocence. It no longer softened his features; instead, it accentuated his confident demeanor, transforming him into a figure of unsettling allure, like a wealthy male model untouched by the burdens of the world.

Everyone has choices and the ability to change your life if you want to, especially when that unexpected twist happens. In my case, I had a few twists coming my way. The Nataly twist didn’t really impact my life as much as it would have if I’d really loved her. I was already cold and unfeeling, she just made me less trusting than I already was. I spent six months pouring my soul into that rundown house and by the time I was finished, I felt like a new person. My name is Blake Cannon but I’m better known as Jericho. I’m six foot three and I average at about two hundred and sixteen pounds. I have dark brown hair and gray eyes and you’ll never see or feel me coming.

Every morning I have woken up thinking it was all a dream. I don’t have to use spells or anything either thus far. I think of what I want to happen, and most of the times it does. I just have to think outside the box more. It might have went faster if Elijah had been able to free up some time though. I can master those nasty ass fireballs now, though! If Flynn ever tries anything again, he is toast. ‘Pssssh! He would have been anyway! We are a DRAGON!’ Ares bristles.

It engulfed the white marble tombstone that belonged to his ancestors, leaving cracks and scorch marks on the surface. His entire body shook from fury. He shoved Shane, who was trying to support him, aside and screamed, "Are you paying respects to my ancestors or trying to burn them? Where the hell did you get the guts to start a fire in a forest? I paid you to host a simple ceremony, and this is what you came up with?" Shane was completely flabbergasted. His mind went blank as he watched the flames continue to set the mountain alight. He removed his jacket and tried to put out the fire, but he was forced to retreat when a scorching wave of heat washed over him. The ends of his fringe had al

Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjugation, and destruction. The Creator strikes at the men, his dragon fire-spewing everywhere as he tries to burn the men to a cinder. His reptilian form is humongous as it hits its final stage of transition. Once he does, he will exit the seal and let loose his annihilation into the world.

She blinked back a few tears and nodded. He pushed all else from his mind, focusing on saving more lives, and took off at a trot for the entrance to Great Olympian Hall. But just as he was set to ascend the main steps, a dazzling and terrifying display of light filled the sky. He stepped back to better grasp the spectacle and his mouth dropped. A moving, convulsing snake-like fire had shot straight into the sky as if it were a tornado in reverse. Only this was no natural phenomenon. James’s chest clenched with despair because he knew of only one person or entity capable of creating the devastating fire: Oliver Burton.

Alex urged him to speak up and Damien finally decided to tell them what was wrong. "So…" he started slowly and Tobias patiently waited for him to continue, while Alex just kept on urging him to go on. "I just got the news that there is a fire on the east coast of this pack house." He spilled the whole beans about the news and he watched their faces, to gauge their reactions. Alex and Tobias just stood still, watching Damien . Damien was confused. He didn't know what their reactions meant, so he asked them if they heard him correctly. "Guys? I'm sure you heard me." Alex blinked at Damien , while Tobias just looked on.