His Duchess Is A Ghost Novels & Stories

“Go now, before I change my mind. Oh, don’t forget your fees. I’ll collect those later!” As soon as he said that, the group of men immediately ran away, straight towards the door. They already lost their will to even take part in the auction. Not with a death god hanging over their heads. “They run so fast.” The duke uttered coldly as he watched the men run for their lives. “Lucas, don’t forget to collect their promised payment later. We’re going to need it for this upcoming winter.” “Yes, Lord Duke.” Lucas bowed. “The job’s done. Now I have to greet my gue…” A frown slipped out of the duke’s face. He looked around and felt confused. “Lucas… where’s that lady?” “She’s gone… Duke. She ran awa

“Duke, where are we going?” “You’ll know.” He said before he pulled me in front of him. “You look hot when you were bidding there.” I felt a chill in my body when Duke s*xily whispered in my ear in his hoarse and deep voice. He rested his hands on my abdomen before his lips started traveling to the bridge of my neck. “D-Duke…” I tried to stop him, but he only ended up s*cking my neck, leaving another kiss marks on me. When we were at the bidding earlier, I know that some of them saw my h*ckeys but because of my hair, I managed to cover it and hide it from the rest of the people inside the room.

Ducan's p.o.v I looked at the ancient witch calmly as she threw the stones covered in dry blood on the ground chanting a few words. When she looked to the heavens with her arms widely spread, her eyes rolled up and her voice got louder. An invisible shield began to rise up and in front of me a large black door with ancient symbols appeared. When it opened, we all could hear the loud cries of humans mostly in my name. "Search if their territory has a blessed maiden." I ordered.

Commander O'Neil,chief of the clan descended his horse, giving both men a light bow, "My Lords. The duchess asks for your presence in the empire immediately." Philip tried his best to disguise the fear in his voice, choosing his words carefully, "Why? Is anything wrong?" The older man looked up at him, daring to keep the eye contact as he gasped, "It's the Duke." Philip sent his friend a worried look and swallowed. *** Priests filled the large mansion, whispering prayers while the family mourned in the background. Rebecca Forland still stared at the Duke's corpse, hoping he would move somehow. But…it just lay there, still and lifeless.

It was a gloomy day. She was doing her duties as a Duchess, and she watched Caroline come out of the forest with Sylvester and the Vampire Prince named Ezekiel. She looked serious and her eyes were a little puffy. She looked around to search for her beloved husband. They approached her as Ezekiel bowed. “Duchess Winter.” Ezekiel acknowledged her. She curtsied. She gestured inside as Caroline looked down. She walked side by side with Ezekiel.

"Even though she is the youngest duke, she is the one we want to avoid antagonizing. I vividly remember... when I called her a nerd, she poisoned my hand and I lost a finger." The Noble Shadows were astounded when Duke Miel brought up the past and even displayed a tinge of trepidation. Duke Miel saw their expressions and understood just what his men were thinking. He hissed, "Do you think I'm a coward? There's nothing wrong with being scared of the powerful. Perhaps the most powerful duchess in the empire is Duchess Isla. Imagine fighting someone whose body is the deadliest poison in existence. How would you do it?" "That means..." gasped the Noble Shadow leader.

****** I follow the duchess to her house, it was impressive, for a human, I have seen other houses but it is not like this for a human her home is very big and elegant, is this the rich the witch was talking about, I'm only happy the baby will have enough space to play, a man came out, I don't need anyone to tell me, I know instantly that his the Duke they were talking about, he walks with so much power and the aura around him for a human is very weird, I try to get a good look at him but nothing, nothing strange but they something, his a human but his aura is like a human who has dived into the supernatural world, a human who knows too much. "Cullen" the duchess calls the Duke happily "Eliz

I greeted her as I curtsied. Her name is Morticia Chase Whistleton, the Duchess of the Northern territory, the wife of the Grand Duke and the mother of Sir. Damian. “May you be guided by the Guardians of the North… Gale, who is she and why is she wearing my old clothes?” the Duchess asked.

Arla-Rosa’s throat tightened. “She died,” Rosa said quietly. “But she came back... differently.” The Duchess’s smile faded. “Are you one of those mystics?” “No,” Rosa answered. “Just a doctor. And I will heal you. That is my promise.” A long silence passed between them, and Rosa turned her focus to reviewing the updated charts. The Duchess closed her eyes, her breathing steadier than yesterday. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Even if you are a ghost.”

The same feeling that I have when I meet with Duchess Kolarova Qoon, In Fantasma, every monarch carries that same Passive Skills, {Aura of Monarch}, it was just not a skills but also a one true aura that signifies that one is a true monarch that were acknowledge by the Fantasma itself. Naturally there will always be someone that would be overreacting following the drama troupe, and that person was none other than Duke Merrica, the moment the Princess appeared out of the thin air. Unlike anyone else, he actually managed to immediately recognized her the moment he caught a glimpse of her face, under the guise of that hooded that were up, Duke Merrica immediately stood up, Knocking the chair th