Duncan Quagmire Novels & Stories

Duncan said, his wolf's voice deep as he rolled up his sleeves. The rogues stared at each other before the tallest one nodded signaling them to attack. They all attacked at once. Duncan stood tall and didn't move. In an instant, he lunged at them. The fight erupted instantly. Duncan moved faster than them tracking every punch and kick landing with brutal force. One rogue lunged at him, but Duncan was already gone, twisting the rogue's arm until it snapped with a sickening crack. The rogue hit the ground, gasping for air, but Duncan didn’t stop. Another rogue tried to take him from the side, but Duncan was already there, slamming him into a tree with a deafening crash.

The rest either successfully hide it and live amongst humans or they’ve been run to the brink of extinction. I was then looking at a mountain of a male, much like Sawyer only a darker complexion like Dane, nearly Native looking. I watched as Duncan greeted him, with some weird hand gestures, some sort of secret code? “Baby J, brother, it's so good to see you man. Appreciate you making the trip on short notice. Come on over here and meet my mate,” Duncan said, beaming. “Nice to hear from you, been a minute. Mate huh? Ohhh shit,” the male responded.

Trevor paced about the small room, then he halted again. He had been doing that since they got back home(They acquired a flat they could stay in for the meantime.) He gazed at Kira; she was near Rachel's son, and Trevor's ears perked up as he heard her muttering. Then his eyes flickered to Doctor Greg as he heard a groan from him. Trevor stepped towards him and tossed a bucket of chilly water atop his head. He leaned towards him and narrowed his eyes.

my heart drops to my stomach. My throat dry " I know you will want that but I can Promise you , your mother is happy with Duncan in-fact she was talking about moving in with him " she goes quiet " oh okay then what is it you have to tell are you dating also " I let out a small chuckle " No" Well if mom has moved on maybe it's time you move on also " I know I am just not ready for that after everything that happened " it's the past Dad you need to forgive yourself " Uhmm that's the reason I want to talk to you about "

Min-a corrected. Duncan buried his head in his hands, inhaling and exhaling heavily. “Min-a, can you please go straight to the point?” He said in a pleading tone. “The point is, he wants to do this-” Min-a pointed at the ruined cake. “-with me. I freaked out and made him feel like a weirdo for wanting me.” he rushed the statement in one breath. Duncan shot his head up to meet his eyes. “You are a virgin?” He exclaimed.

I wanted him, needed him, more than anything, and I wasn’t even sure why. But before we could continue anything, the door burst open and Dash appeared, panting heavily. “Dane, there’s an emergency,” he stated breathlessly. Dane pulled away from me and looked at Dash, his expression serious. “What is it?” “Rogues breached the border. We need to act fast.”

A spontaneous road trip to a quirky small town known for its bizarre roadside attractions, a night spent at an open mic poetry slam where Sarah insisted they both perform (much to her initial terror and eventual exhilaration), or simply an afternoon spent browsing vintage shops, unearthing forgotten treasures – these were the moments that chipped away at the lingering melancholy. Then there was Liam, the quiet observer with a sharp wit and a deep understanding of human nature. He provided a different kind of solace, a space for introspection without pressure. Their conversations often delved into more profound territory, exploring the nuances of her experience without demanding a resolution.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Kimberly shivered slightly as the harsh cold wind blew relentlessly, but she continued following in the footsteps of the Afghanistan local who acted as their guide through the mountains to their rendezvous point. Behind her was sergeant Oscar, her closest friend in her unit who was also a sniper. “Are you getting tired?” She teased him. “Hell no.” The Texan replied with his southern drawl. Kimberly was not finding it easy herself. Hiking at a fast pace while carrying full military gear on a steep terrain for over four hours was not a small feat.

Baldy's already low head almost drooped to the ground when he heard this. He never expected that a group of students would defeat his elite subordinates. "Mr. Swann, it's not the work of the Duncans!" As he heard this response, Korbin's interest was piqued. "Not the members of the Duncans?" "We checked and found out that those people were all students. There was one student named Bryan Duncan who had good fighting skills!" Korbin angrily picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it toward Baldy's head, cursing loudly, "Idiot, is that what I want to hear?"