Duncan Firebreather Novels & Stories

He turned his head as detected a familiar scent approaching Burn’s stall. “Has Jen been here?” asked Brother Andrew, sniffing the air as he leant on the half open stable door. Duncan nodded, not meeting the monks gaze. “Did you see her, talk to her?” he said excitedly. Duncan shook his head. “She was here this morning when I took Burn out, gone by the time I got back.” The big monk sighed internally. “Why are you hurting yourself Duncan?” “I’m a Templar warrior, it’s what I want to do.”

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

She mumbled as she gave a smile that lasted for no more than two seconds then she grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. " Why don't you tell him how you feel? It's better to open up to him about your feelings and know how he feels about you too. " " Anyway, I wonder when Duncan is going to arrive. " Alessia sighed. She wanted news about Marcus but it seems Duncan is taking longer than usual. " Who is Duncan? " Zelda asked. " He's Marcus's Beta, the second in command in the pack after the Alpha and also a friend. " Alessia replied.

Duncan wanted to see me falter, to confirm I was as broken as the ruins around us. “Leave my land,” I said firmly. “Or you’ll find out just how much fight I have left.” Duncan studied me for a long moment, lips curling in that smug half-smile of his. Then he stepped back, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “For now, Daemon. But don’t mistake my patience for mercy.” His wolves emerged from the shadows, falling in behind him as he turned away. Only when his footsteps faded did I let out the breath I’d been holding.

However, his elder brother, in his Lycan form, swiftly sank his fangs into Duncan's attire, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and began to run, dodging the next flame from the dragon above them. The fire had hurt Prince Aedric, but he held Duncan tighter as he wove his way through the burning corridors, fast. His hideous claws dug into the ground with force and power, making him run swiftly. “No! Mother! Father! I must get them! We can't leave them like this!” Duncan yelled, twisting in his grip, tears streaming down his face. Prince Aedric mind-linked with him. *They are dead, Duncan.* Just that sentence was enough to freeze him in horror; his mind went blank, senses clouded with not

Phedra Elizabeth saw that Duncan Hiddleston was about to succumb to it. Duncan Hiddleston was lying on the ground, his whole body changed color, and his face was also pale, a little white. Very weak breathing. Duncan Hiddleston's mouth remained empty, muttering something. Duncan Hiddleston's hand was scratched by enduring pain for so long, so he clenched his fist to the ground. Phedra Elizabeth stepped forward, carefully, helping Duncan Hiddleston up.

Cassius took my head in his hands, “Avery, we aren't normal dragons either and I don't give a fuck. Conner has power over water. Clint has power over the air, that’s why he's a great flier. I have the ability to manipulate fire. When my brothers and I join, we can heal without using herbs or medicines. Our mother called it The Power Of Three. Avery, Avery, I think you have power over it all, plus so, so much more.” Conner took my hand. “Guys go. Avery and I will fix things here and meet you back at the palace. Also, set up a food pantry, like how they have warehouses in my games. Let the tribe choose to restock or not. Say it is a coronation gift from their new queen.” I look at him. “Why, M

Soon, everyone began to yell at her to get out of the fire as the fire continued to spread. Lucien's heart skipped. His eyes darted to her, then to the fire. Hoping she would move. The fire was large. But she wasn’t moving. He took a step forward, then froze. He struggled within himself as his body wouldn’t obey him. ‘I can’t,’ he muttered to himself. He didn't want to get anywhere near danger. He wasn't the warrior prince that he used to be. He hadn't been since his wolf left him. And he feared Varn wouldn't help him if he rushed in like that. Like he did two years ago in that battleground. He has no power to defend anyone.

I grab an iron rod and set it over the fire on the opposite side of the cells, letting the color turn a bright orange before pulling it out. "Do you want to tell me the truth now, Thomas?" I ask while dragging the hot end of the rod on the ground slowly, stalking towards him with a head tilt. He doesn't respond, but he closes his eyes tightly and shakes his head. What the fuck was so important that he wouldn't even save himself the trouble of torture to just tell us? Duncan fights against the ropes that are securing him to the pole, trying to put distance between the rod and his neck. He doesn't get very far, and soon, the rod is pressing against the flesh of his neck, burning a brand into i

Felix didn't take Chester and Nancy with him. It looked like he was giving them a chance, but that was nothing short of terrifying. Chester and Nancy were fired by the bank. Nancy's dream of rising to glory as a financial tycoon in the past life was shattered at that very moment. Once she was fired from the bank, no other bank would ever hire her again. She had to say goodbye to the finance industry. Felix acted fast. Three days after getting fired, Chester disappeared. The next time I heard about him, both his hands were gone.