Firebreather Duncan Novels & Stories

He turned his head as detected a familiar scent approaching Burn’s stall. “Has Jen been here?” asked Brother Andrew, sniffing the air as he leant on the half open stable door. Duncan nodded, not meeting the monks gaze. “Did you see her, talk to her?” he said excitedly. Duncan shook his head. “She was here this morning when I took Burn out, gone by the time I got back.” The big monk sighed internally. “Why are you hurting yourself Duncan?” “I’m a Templar warrior, it’s what I want to do.”

“But I’ve spent years watching them burn this city from the inside out. You’re in the right place at the right time, Jace.” “Don’t call me that.” He fell silent, waiting for me to say something. The city groaned in the distance—with a dog barking somewhere far off. And between us, this quiet thread of something dangerous forming. I sheathed the blade but didn’t let it go. “You got five seconds,” I said. “To tell me why I should listen to you.” “Because if we don’t stop them now,” Duncan said quietly. "He's going to keep making people like us orphans."

A stern expression flashed across his face, and his voice suddenly became more intense. “Shrouded Gate Master, you’ve massacred court ministers and caused chaos in Florence. You won’t leave here safely today!” With that, Duncan soared into the air like an eagle, heading straight for Luna. Midway, his old and withered palm curled into sharp claws as he aimed at Luna’s head. Before he got close, his inner energy surged. The two trees near the hotel entrance immediately bent under the pressure. The fierce wind carried a chilling killing intent. It was clear that Duncan was determined to kill the master of the Shrouded Gate.

I turned back instantly and my eyes fell on Duncan, my ex boyfriend who was also the CEO of Duck entertainment, a rival company to Julian's Empire entertainment. “What are you doing here?” I asked instantly. “Chill, will ya?” Duncan asked with a smirk on his face. He came closer to me now, “I watched your interview live. You did well. Charming and beautiful and sexy…” “I was always like that!” I replied confidently. “Right!” Duncan said. “Maybe that's why I miss you.” I began to laugh hysterically, unable to believe my ears. I would look away but the moment I would set my eyes on Duncan, my laughter would intensify.

, she said in up held breathe . “Thank God we locked everywhere, I can never be caught”, he boldly stated like it was all his idea to lock out places. For me, the only luck they had was that the mother didn’t climb the stairs to go up. If she had done that, something fishy must go down because the atmosphere must surely pull their legs out. And at the particular spot, he left and went home already afraid of what would happen next if he stayed for another minute.

Ducan's p.o.v I was going out of my mind and it was all because of that damn human girl. Never has there been this much attempt on my life!. Every time I tried to let my guard down she went for the strike!. I wanted to kill her this time but the thought of my mother made me hold back. Her spirit to fight and hold on to her life and sanity was similar to that of my late mother.

he asked, nudging Danielle. She giggled and shook her head. "Daddy didn't say I could." Laughing, Duncan decided then and there to resign himself to his fate and just accept being called Daddy. Smiling, he hopped in the truck and pulled away, his wife clutching his hand next to him. As they arrived home, Duncan went and unlocked the door, then headed inside to build a fire in the fireplace. Danielle and Kelly both went to go change, and Conner was sitting quietly on one of the couches while Duncan got the fire going.

|| TERESA LAWRENCEVILLE's POV || " Surprise, Bitch!!" Duncan said, pulling his lips into an evil smirk. The same smirk that he gave before killing my father. Oh, how I badly wished to bathe in his blood! But how come he was here? The letter? Duncan's hateful voice echoed soon, sneering as he began to approach me, " Do you think that I will forget how a slave bitch like you ruined my plan? I eventually followed you here to get you killed."

"Duncan." His name is a flame setting every nerve in my body ablaze. I've touched myself to that name. I've fantasized about it. Now Duncan Willis is inches away, his lips hovering near mine, saying his name, his warm, cinnamon breath caressing my cheeks, and his spicy cologne filling my lungs. I swallow. "Duncan...yeah, right," I say stupidly as I lift my right hand and extend it to him, ready to shake. "I'm Kimbra."

He rapped on the door, and the conversation on going in the room stopped. "Who is there?" Adam called, his voice sounding like he was facing the door. "Duncan. You told me to come see you." Duncan answered, looking towards the corridor, afraid whoever was approaching would figure out that he should have been in the office since. "Come in." He didn't waste time as he opened the door and went in. His eyes didn't go to Adam that had his hands pressed together, with very pleased smile on his handsome face. No, that would have defeated the purpose of rushing in. His eyes went to the fire setting stranger. The stranger had been raising his hood to cover his face, but he had been a second too slow