Novel & Cerita Firebreather Duncan

The thought of him standing over me with his red eyes boring holes in me made me involuntarily shiver. Duncan was also supposed to be intimidating, but the air around him was definitely different. He gave off more of a golden retriever vibe while Lucien's was a Doberman. “He simply wants you to be around during the blood rage, since the full moon is in the next few days and he's going to need assistance,” Duncan explained my purpose but still did a good job at explaining literally nothing as he punched in the code to the front door. How close were they exactly for Duncan to know the password to his door?

Duncan stared at Sam with a stern expression. — Sam, you’re gonna tell me where your boss is hiding. He must be incredibly safe in his hiding place, considering the orders to burn down my properties keep coming without ceasing. - Duncan exclaimed with determination, his voice charged with relentless intensity, as he searched for the answers he longed for. He seemed to be a former soldier, did not tremble in torture, nor did he seem afraid. And Duncan was prepared for that too. - You won’t talk, will you? - The man spat blood on your face at that moment.

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

“Human bullets… what the hell are you talking about, aren't we all humans here?” He grinned wide like he was enjoying whatever psychological warfare he was taking me on. “Oh, gracious no honey. I'm not human.” “What?” I blinked, still hung up on the part where he said Duncan was still alive. “Right, of course. Duncan wouldn't tell you. I have to say, I respect his decision. Humans can be very weird and narcissistic when they find out they aren't the Apex predator they thought they were..” He said, stroking his cheek.

There was no way he would allow someone else to swoop in and take her away. “It’s cloudy today. Why is your face burning up?” Liberty asked. Duncan replied, “Really? I might have practiced walking a little too long. I’m exhausted. My face must be red because I need air.” He refused to admit that he blushed because she wiped away his sweat. Duncan was pushing forty. Although he had never been intimate with anyone, he had imagined what it would be like. Besides, he had seen a lot in his rebellious stage, so he was not completely green.

"Because Damon didn't like your mother, and the old lady was afraid that she would cling to him, so she thought setting me up with your mother would be a good idea. If Damon had any interest in your mother, do you really think I would stand a chance? Everything I have is just what Damon's leftovers." "How is that even possible?" Kisa could not believe it. But her mother's diary did record her feelings for Damon. She wondered if what David said was true. David shook his head, and his voice was filled with sorrow. "I thought this kind of bullsh*t only happened to me, but it seems like it's happened to my son as well." "Are you talking about Jensen?" Kisa's heart raced with fear. "Do you know h

Hell never stayed the same long enough to get bored. Which was good. Kaelith hated being bored. The ground beneath him cracked open again with a loud, satisfying snap, spilling molten fire upward like it had something to prove. A creature with too many limbs crawled out of it, shrieking like it had just discovered existence and already regretted it. Kaelith glanced at it. “Yeah, same,” he muttered. The creature lunged at him. He did not move at first. He let it get close. Very close. Close enough that it thought it had a chance.

Cynthia giggles and replies to me with her suave tone “Sure Drake, wait for me, I am going to freshen up now. Meet you in five OKs?” “Good,” I said and hung-up. ‘That woman makes me horny! Probably good sex will lessen this pain.' ‘What are you doing, you fool’ Duncan whimpers. He seems in agony. ‘If you mate with other women, our mate will suffer.’ I smirk at him and reply ‘good’. ***

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.

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.