Novel & Cerita Duncan Quagmire

He replied slowly, helping her stand back on her feet and carrying most of her weight, I watched in amazement as the arrow wound started to heal. Claire gripped his hand in fear. "Have you forgotten? The wolf, he is Duncan! I could never forget even if I wish to, not the wolf form of the man who murdered my...father" Her voice shook as tears rolled down her face. "What are you talking about? This Duncan guy works for the mafia and he killed your father? I thought the councils did that?" "Duncan is the messenger between the human mafia and the councils, he is like a bridge that connects the two worlds. He is a famous assassin" Hunter explained leading us back to where the horses were, I still

A man walks in the silent forest, his heavy steps approaching a camp in an open area, surrounded by trees. The grass below his feet gets changed to red carpet, as he approaches the tents. The men on either side, bowing on his arrival. "Sir Daniel! You are back." He doesn't reply, going towards his quarters. To only enter the biggest tent in the camp. Sitting on his seat, he breathes heavily, running his hand through his hair. "Fuc*! What the hell was I thinking!"

“Whatever it is, I think it is time we find out. I don’t want to be a sitting duck for Vex.” Duncan mind linked Mike to meet them outside the swamp off Sampson’s road in thirty minutes. Mike was the strongest warrior they had. Built like a tank, Mike showed no mercy against their enemies. He was also adept at torture. His viciousness a contradiction difficult to get your mind around while watching his gentle and loving interactions with his two daughters. It was reminiscent of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Whenever they needed information from someone, his talent was unmatched. Duncan’s POV

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.

Duncan moved like a god of war, his black fur gleaming under the moonlight blood dripping from his claws. Soon a group of wolves gathered him and ...soon a group of wolves gathered around him, circling like vultures waiting for a moment of weakness. But Duncan didn't falter. He stood tall, fangs bared, his massive black form towering above the rest. His yellow eyes burned like wildfire, warning them all that death was only a heartbeat away. . I adjusted the grip on the machine gun, breathing heavily, sweat slicking my forehead. My eyes darted back and forth, trying to identify the wolves around him. None of them looked familiar. None of them were Levi or Lucas

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

He started to flail around trying to get up, kicking the crisp white sheets off and knocking something metal over sending it crashing to the ground. “Relax son.” said a calming voice with a soft Scottish accent. Duncan relaxed as a hand touched his shoulder. Duncan stilled, trying to make sense of his surroundings. “Where am I?” he asked, his voice husky from dehydration. “Safe.” said the voice. Duncan turned his head and found himself looking at a huge middle aged wolf in suit pants and a pristine white shirt. His brown hair was swept back and his blue eyes bore into Duncan’s. It was odd but something deep inside Duncan told him he could trust this man.

"You played really well. Moria would have done that her crying in happiness thing." Yes, the crying laughing thing. Moira's favorite expression. If he thought his aunt was a drama queen, then Moria was on a whole different level. The thought brought a smile to his face which Jace noticed. And soon they were smiling together because you couldn't talk about who Moria was without smiling. Jace shared some other memorable 'crying laughing thing' moments and Jules felt like he would laugh and cry. Something bloomed at that moment, shaky and fragile. While Jules is nowhere ready to start swapping hugs and sharing war stories he felt that something had changed. Maybe it was the spirit of his mom ha

he deadpanned. “What is it you want? A fight? I already told you there are no rogues here. If you doubt my words, you can go to the wolf council and petition me to reveal information about my pack to you.” Duncan’s voice was so cold that it scared me a little. Can’t deny it aroused me more than that. My man was protecting me. I tried to hold back a smile. Despite the tension in the air, I heard Quill snort in amusement. I turned to glare at him. Duncan’s cheeks turned up as well and I was sure he was smirking too. He could sense my thoughts, too.

Duncan said as he approached the water. He was one of the few males in the pack who wasn’t mated, though he shared a pup with one of the females. He had thick locks of neck–length brown hair, alert amber eyes and a build that intimidated the average Were. He was also one of the regular sentries who kept an eye on the settlement’s perimeter. “Should I come back another time?” he asked with a smile, teasing. “I don’t own the water,” Celia said. He stepped in, keeping distance from her. The point of her washing in the river was so she didn’t have to deal with other people, and that would be the case if she used the lake that was at the end of the river’s path. Yet he was here.