Madness Of Duke Venomania の小説・ストーリー

Enoch shook his head violently. "She isn't here, she escaped!" "Duke. Name." Clamping my claws tighter, Enoch's black blood discolored my fingers. "T-the Duke that lives here?" I didn't nod; I waited for his answer. How dense could he be? “D-Duke Mortus, he lives here. Gods, please don't kill me." I growled, my fingers crushing his windpipe. His head lulled to the side, his lifeless red eyes turned black as the life left him. It wasn't enough; he would stir back to life if I didn't dispose of him properly.

he wheezes when he's able to speak. "He paid you ten grand after telling you he didn't know what happened to the woman and then you sent another woman in her place?" I'm losing my cool, which is evident in my raised voice. I'm all about control, but with Madison in danger, that control is a very thin thread. Duke gives him a violent shake that rattles his teeth. "I'm not sending more women his way, and he hasn't requested anyone this week." Sweat drips down his face, rolls onto Duke's hands, and drips to the floor.

The duke dropped to the floor and crawled as far back as he could, trembling in fear while Luna cut down his men one after the other, literally ripping them in half. "You!!!" She growled as she cut the last guard down, turning her attention to the duke. "N-No! I command you! I command you to be a good doggy and get back in your cage!" The duke shouted, clearly having lost his mind. Xolvion couldn't believe he even dared to say such a thing to her, watching as she ascended over him with an intense blood lust. "You killed them all... My mother... My father... My sisters! You killed them all!" She roared as she raised her hand into the air, readying her claws to cut him in half.

Then he cut off his call after murmuring a goodbye to the person on the other line. He looked outside the car’s window with such unfathomable expression on his handsome face, which is slowly getting haggard because of his everyday feeling of madness, stress, thought for revenge, and so on and so forth. Losing the woman of his dreams, made the young Duke, feeling empty and miserable. He could not accept that the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Gold Valley never felt remorse when they found out that their daughter, Princess Shelyca had married another man. Worst, Princess Shelyca was even proud to introduce to him her newly wedded husband.

What made today even busier than usual was Duke Mountravven's presence among them. Duke Mountravven managed to occupy the highest position in the gentleman's club, replacing Marquees Elmand, a young Marquees who was handsome and successful in his warhorse business, who was also a big-time playboy. Rumor had it, there was no woman in the capital that he had not slept with except Fuschia Mountravven – Duke Mountravven's only daughter.

“He is cursed? Oh my God! If the Jamaerah knew that, they would kill him. I think he deserves it… He is a cruel and merciless person. Full of rubbish. Full of stupidity. Arrogance. It’s better if we get out of here. Do you want to get out of here? This is such a stupid question. I will crack these doors open, tell me your story in the meantime. Start the show! The world is full of untold stories.” The man I talked to for a whole day, the man I laughed with and told stories, the man who used his hands to unlock both our cells and lead me outside, the man who knew the hidden passages of the Duke’s mansion, that man… had a mask hiding his face in the shape of a moth. Like the rumour I heard wee

Lady Vienna gasped as Duke Raziel didn’t even dodge the stones being thrown at him. “This is outrageous! Who would dare hit a duke!” She yelled, wanting to fight back and hop down the horse but Duke Raziel stopped her. “It’s fine, Vienna. I can handle this.” He said and faced the men, his mask had a bit of crack on the corners and there was a little blood coming out from his head. Lady Vienna bit her lip. He could have dodged it or controlled it with his mana! What is the duke doing? She felt frustrated not knowing what to do.

I let out a sigh inside the carriage before getting glared at by Cassius and Vincent… said Vincent with an obvious will to pick on me… Let’s play the victim… I raised my fan toward my face and covered my mouth as I acted like if I really am car sick! The duke sighed and raised his hand towards me... at that moment I felt a chilling mana flow rush out of his palm as he casted a spell… The silver-blue mana… cold and chilling…. I quietly murmured as I admired that magic… the duke asked after slight

Miss Tellaro did not choose to fancy anything so absurd, and quelled her chaperon with a frown. Mrs Andromeda was right in her conjecture - it was the Duke of Venice. He came out of the church after the service with Lord and Lady Roma IX, a burly, red-faced gentleman with very staring blue eyes and a pear shaped head. Mrs Andromeda, who had lingered strategically on the pretext of exchanging greetings with an acquaintance, contrived to be in the way. Lady Roma bowed and smiled, but the Duke, with his rather protuberant eyes fixed on Miss Tellaro, he very palpably twitched her sleeve.