Duncan Quagmire Novels & Stories

“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.

"I just don't want you to talk me out of it, you know? That Duncan guy is dangerous and if Magnus is associated in any way with him, that means Mom and us could be roped in too by extension. I just want to make sure he's dealt with and he only comes on this big operation every 13th." "This is a really extreme way to make sure though." Lars laughed. "Well, for what it's worth, we did the right thing. Thanks, Len." Admittedly, Len did agree they did the right thing. Duncan Penderghast's serial killings were so gruesome that he made several headlines about it. Started out by murdering his own family, Duncan branched out his shotgun infatuation into several more cases throughout United States. T

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

Duncan watched as Basalt's army appeared one by one around him before speaking up with trepidation. Chase had no idea what to say to a martial lord who got scared by being surrounded. Was this man stupid? He even asked Chase such a stupid question. As a peak martial lord powerhouse, Duncan could leave anytime without worrying about anyone stopping him. However, Chase was right about him. Duncan was not the smartest person around. Even though he was a peak martial lord powerhouse, he was only an ordinary member of Red Phoenix. All he knew to do was cultivate and nothing else.

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.

"No, I'll just tell him I found the note on the floor." I touched Wendy's shoulder, "thank you for telling me." When we finally get to the open country, which was only an hour from Walker's Inc. I could see the damages done to our windmills and a few pipe lines. "Mr Walker." A man greeted my father. "Joe." My Father nodded at one of his longtime and trusted worker. He had a bandage over his eye, and was walking with a limp as he came over to us. "Can you please show us the video? I know my daughter can work her magic and make the resolution of it better."

He squinted in the sunlight, the figure was far too tall to be Cara. Feigning slight disappointment he crouched down to pet the dog. “Archer?” The voice came from the tall, model-like figure. Archer stood up, forcing a polite smile to his face. “Or should I say, Zach Maddox? Which do you prefer?” Her face tilted sideways, mocking him. Archer’s smile dropped as he felt the sarcasm stab at him. “Sorry do I know you?” He asked confusion wavered through his voice.

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."