Novel Dukuh Paruk Novels & Stories

"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.

The bootmaker had informed Eastland that his new ward had very slender feet for a youth, and the Duke had seemed to find that irritating, too. Smith had Black saddled and ready, and was standing with him inside a railed enclosure, next to the stable. She strode toward the big black stallion with firm steps. She could see the duke from one corner of her eyes as he stood talking with Pym, the head groom, who was attired in a soft tweed jacket and felt hat. Eastland was bare headed, and the sun glided his head with a golden sheen that made her breath catch. He was really too handsome to be as arrogant and hateful as he was. And of course, he was English instead of American.

The old mistress puckered her brows and wanted to assure if she had heard things right. “I heard the old master called him Duke of… Hmnn, what was it again?” Lili scrunched her brows and thought for a moment. “…Duke of Avalon. Yes, that’s it. The old master called him Duke of Avalon. It seemed like he wasn’t from Antacast and was some foreign nobility. The old master told me that he was some dangerous man. Do you know anything about him, old mistress?”

"Ahh!" Inside a small house at the south of Avalor Capital, a man was screaming in pain from the burning leaf on his chest. He couldn't phantom that the Duke would retort to such an extreme and cruel method for a single woman. Even more for an enemy of his country, a witch, a luriem. "Your Highness, are you all right?!"

- a man holds an envelope in the hands of a librarian - A familiar name, and I have already heard a surname somewhere. Duk picks up the package and rips it open thoughtfully. The paper wrapper falls to the floor. Duk holds a book, reads the title - Living in Darkness. He looks at her for a couple of seconds and breaks into a sly smile.

He brushed Aira's hand away without a single change in his expression. "The only man Aira knows is you." “Should I introduce you to my friends? Perhaps one of them might be interested in you.” Aira’s brow furrowed. She looked annoyed, but still tried to act sweet and innocent. “Why do that when the man I want is right here?” “Do you like ghosts? I don't see anyone.” “Duke… why are you pretending like this?” Derrick quickly finished the rest of the drink in one gulp. His face winced briefly at the sting of bitter lemon clashing harshly with the sweetness of honey in his throat. A soothing warmth gradually spread to his stomach, yet the churning disgust remained in his chest.

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.