Duncan Library Novels & Stories

"If you find out anything...interesting, don't hesitate to report back to me. I'll take care of the rest." Weston nodded, his face grim. "Yes, master. I understand." As Duncan sat in his dark, dimly lit library, surrounded by shelves of ancient tomes and mysterious artifacts, he opened the usual special book. The book was bound in black leather, adorned with strange symbols and markings that seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering candlelight.

He mumbled. Duncan’s expression returned to its usual cold one as he shifted his gaze back to Lucas. “I kind of read some interesting books,” Duncan said, and Lucas looked at him with another new kind of shock. Lucas sighed again. “Seriously, does the king have a twin I don’t know about?” “Go find a woman,” Duncan snapped. Lucas scoffed. “Sounds easy.” “I gave you a chance. The Alpha daughters I invited—but you asked me to go ahead and cancel their invites,” Duncan raised a brow.

Liberty asked. When Duncan was a teenager, he stayed in other parts of Wiltspoon. Which corner of the city was he unaware of?

I didn’t want to alarm him, but I had no other to turn to, so I told him I had some legal questions for her, “She should be at the National Library at this time. She has been drowning herself there recently.” “Cool, I’ll try my luck, thanks!” I raise my thumb at Lucas, “I heard you coughing though. Are you okay?” “Yeah...joined the pandemic recently,” Damon laughs bitterly, his voice sounds faint, “I’m okay now, thanks for asking.” He soon got off the phone, and I found the directions online for Lucas. Though we are on our way, and the library IS on ahead where we lost Damian Vanderbilt, it just doesn’t feel right.