Novel & Cerita Hornblower: The Duchess And The Devil

My dragon clawed around the base of the tree wanting to finish the job. “Why are you here?” As much as my hunch told me they were looking for Odessa, I didn’t want to believe it. Maybe they were hunting someone else. “Some slave to the Duke in Vamparia,” he rasped. “Please let me go.” I snarled, my fire burning into my neck. “What slave?” I pushed. “A girl named Odessa. She is the Duke’s old blood bag. She is supposed to become the duchess. Taking her as a mate,” his breathing labored, spat out blood from his mouth. Blood pooled at the base of the tree, surely a gash in his gut.

“This is my—” The duke pushed past his wife. He grabbed Killian by the collar and tore open his shirt, revealing a tattoo of a phoenix on the left side of his chest. “Daniel,” Magnolia yelped. “Stay behind me,” Daniel commanded, taking a step back while shielding Magnolia. Killian unsheathed his dagger, but Laya sent a shock to his hand with a buzz. He dropped his weapon to the floor. “Stop,” Magnolia screamed with wide eyes. Then, Killian’s flames burst from his palms right before the duke called upon his magical sword.

Their smirks were the last thing he saw. Somewhere, far from the church in a remote castle, the shadow around the room squirmed before slowly stretching out as two silhouettes walked out of it. It was the Duchess and her butler, who also served as her contracted partner. Her family members were nowhere to be seen. "Mistress, was it wise to antagonize the heir so openly again? If he even has half the talent of his father upon his awakening, he will without a doubt become a powerhouse. In the first place, is it possible for a Blessed to not become powerful?"

The duchess held out her hand and gripped Caroline’s. “I am so glad to finally meet you. Daniel here is being secretive that the next we received a mail from him, it was a wedding invitation to Stonelockteco,” the duchess said as Daniel was smirking at the couple. “Well, I don’t want anyone to get her away from me,” Daniel said before he turned to look at Caroline as she turned to face him. She felt warm at the statement. “Oh, enough with the dramatics. You never wanted to get married but then you met her. I must say, I think our queen was involved with this matchmaker,” the man with yellow eyes and a blonde woman by his side said as they were approaching them.

The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the people living in the city. He was a ruthless businessman with no lackadaisical attitude towards his works and business. He deals with his opponent ruthlessly and seals the deal brilliantly. However, there was more to him than just being a known ruthless human demon. Despite his brilliance and Excellency. Nathan Peyton had a secret..... He was the devilish dragon king in disguise..... The secret that would rake the entire world if all and sundry got a hint of it. While standing in front of the mirror, a soft knock suddenly came from the door.

"How about this!!!!" "REALLY LUCAS!" The Devil throw back his head. 'Those imbeciles' "Come onnn this is gorgeous. Huh! I bet Cinderella will ditch the dumb prince to wear this!" "I said no! That is not even princess type." Currently The Devil has held a competition. Yes a competition. That is about who can find the best princess dress.The participants are Lucas and the devil's sister Rehana. Both highly qualified as they brag about their fashion sense all the damn time. Both are competitive.

"Give me a chance to expla-" "Sorry," Blake Turner's cold voice reverberated in the hall. "Starting from today, The Spades is an enemy of The Devils. And as the leader of The Devils, I won't tolerate my enemy standing in front of me so fearlessly." "Mr Turner, do you even know who you are trying to stand against?" Mr Calypso growled, clenching his fists, unable to stand the disrespect.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

Averting her gaze over to Samael, she asked him, “Would you like to stay for the show, or do you have other plans to occupy your time?” “How long will this take before I will be able to manipulate his mind?” Samael responded to the woman. Duchess looked at Dakota, watching the trail of blood on his chest splash onto the floor. Her garnet eyes met Samael’s once again as she answered him. “I assume not much longer. A simple obedience spell should have those pesky walls crumbling to the ground. He may love that girl but no amount of love is strong enough to block one of my spells.” A confident smirk tugged the left corner of her lips as she took a step back and shrugged off the delicate, lacy n

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.