Firebreather Duncan Novels & Stories

Starting to get unsure of how safe I thought here would be instead of my house back. “You are a breeder. Do you know what a breeder is?” His voice is Calm but I know it is false. Not because he is a terrible actor but because he was showing how pisssd he was just with his eyes. I couldn't imagine how an act, a gesture written with kindness all over it could be taken so wrongly. “I do, I—” He raised his hand to stop me from talking. I obeyed it in the beat.

Jessica said with increasing worry. “What did he do, Bryan?” Malachi asked him. “Blue fire,” Bryan said and looked down again as Jessica gasped. “What is blue fire?” Malachi asked as he looked over at Adara. She was lying next to me, whispering to me, crying as she did so. “It’s the strongest and darkest kind of death magic to use,” Jessica said with big eyes. She seemed suddenly afraid and that made Malachi worry even more. None of them, except Bryan, realized that I’d already suffered the consequences of killing with magic.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Smash! The sound of a tea cup breaking echoed in the room, the scent of sweet chamomile easing the tension without much success. No one uttered a word, but their breath quickened for different reasons. Liam’s heart lunged into his throat, anticipating the consequences of stirring a hornet’s nest. The fake orange flames flickered, casting animated shadows on their faces.

“By heart, Duncan's a workaholic and a really reserved person. Doesn't like much friends or much people around and he really hates interacting with strangers” I could tell “But under all that, he's actually a really sweet boy” I raised a brow “Duncan? Sweet?” She nodded “he is. I told you and I'll tell you again, Duncan has a lot of filters. Don't believe this cold demeanor he's putting up” Duncan Stones, sweet? If anything, his last name fits him perfectly, given that he has a heart made of stone. I was trying to believe her since she literally saw him grow up, but in my opinion, Duncan Stones acts like a beast who crawled out from hell.

HOPE’S POV. We made it back to the cave safely. But I knew it would not stay safe for long. Duncan would be furious. He would not forgive what I did. By now, his men were probably searching the forest, turning over every rock and sniffing every trail. He would want revenge. Inside the cave, the four of us finally had a moment to breathe. The fire burned low. The air smelled of smoke and herbs. “This is Hunter,” I said quietly.

"We have four hours until midnight, Amora. We have time to map the timber mill. We will get them back. I swear it on my life." Duncan did not speak. He stood like a towering statue of stone, his eyes fixed on the burning skeleton of Amora's Hearth. The intense heat from the flames licked at his bare chest, turning the fresh, bleeding claw marks from his fight with Xavier into dark, crusted lines. His inner wolf was pacing wildly behind his ribs, screaming for blood, screaming for a target. Suddenly, the wind shifted violently, blowing a massive plume of gray smoke and hot embers directly over the sidewalk.

He did not say another word, he just watched her disappear down the hall with Andy in tow. Murdok rubbed his face with his hands and groaned into his palms as Calder crept ever closer, “why does she have to question me… why does she make me question myself,” Calder did not speak, he merely stood by while his master unloaded, “she is infuriating! I should have let her burn to death…” Murdok stopped as a sudden realization came to mind, “Calder… Do you know much of Fire Dancers?” the older spectrul tapped the side of his nose, “I am spectrul master tis but a blink to find any information you might desire,” Murdok sighed deep, “I desire to learn what her relationship to fire might be, if she is

The emotions were overwhelming. “I am such a fuck up!” Duncan yelled out as he stood. The action surprised me and I leaned back, the strong emotions could be felt even in my dream. He looked so very angry, most of it directed towards himself. The feeling scared me, not because of the anger but for a fleeting moment, it felt as if he had lost all hope. It was a terrifying feeling. Not knowing if it would work or not, I attempted to send a sense of calm to Duncan. If I was to get back home safe, Duncan needed to be okay. I needed him to be okay. He was so very important to me. Duncan suddenly turned, looking right at me without seeing me. It was clear that my efforts to help him calm had worke

With a cigarette in his hand as he blew smoke out, through his nose. He had escaped, and now, he'd remain hidden till he gets back on his feet. For now, he would take care of his bruised bones, work on his skills, recruit men, train them, then come out to destroy Austin for good. He would be ready, and this time, not just ready, he would attack unannounced. His eyes grew maliciously harder as he dragged a smoke into his mouth, bringing it back outside through his nostrils. “Boss. Nothing about him. He's nowhere to be found.” Duncan’s voice sounded.