Rebirth As The Villainous Duke Novelas e Histórias

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

"But I've seen you before." "Get your hands off her." "Turn around." Duke rose with his hand hovering over Kael, whose body began to shift as his bones popped and reset into human form. Duke turned his gaze toward me, a predator measuring a carcass. "Did you not hear her? Or do you need me to remove your hand for you?" Something felt off — deeper than anything I had seen in the woods — so I released her and held my hands up. "Father," I shouted, not taking my eyes off Duke. "He's a traitor. Why is he standing there?"

In my past life, he had himself been leading the revolt against his brother, and eventually even succeeded. I could hear the screams of the maids, and smell the thick black smoke as the castle went up in flames. These memories were all his doing, and yet here he was claiming he didn’t care whether or not Lucas ascended to the throne? Now, why are you acting out the role of a disinterested playboy whose only concern is when he can get his next lay? What is your scheme, Caleb? I considered briefly explaining everything to him, since I knew he must be intending to turn against Lucas. What if I admitted to my rebirth, that I had undeniably useful information which would guarantee to make his rev

the duchess exclaimed. “Honored earl, you’re a real find,” one of the men sitting on the right of the king said entering the conversation for the first time. “In this present time, when even wands laden with spells are coping badly with the riots of the undead in the regions. Ioline Rendan, Duke of Valos!” he introduced himself. “Maybe you have some ideas on how to improve security on the perimeters?” “By the way, it would be a good idea to develop necromancy in our kingdom,” the man sitting next to him added. Then, he introduced himself too, “Baltar Rendan, Duke of Cornelius!”

"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.

I repeated once again, as I hope I'm hearing things i don't bear to hear be the actual answer to my question but my hope crash as she slowly nodded at my words. I suddenly drop the knife I was holding, causing for it to crash to something or. I softly look down, only to see the maid holding the knife that I drop directed at her bloody stomach. She layed there, staring at me before her figure turned into ashes. I slowly freaked out but when I suddenly realize something, I began to calm down. Duke Yan Leocubus... Duke of Yuan Empire, father of the villainess and last... The one and only person who will kill the villainess the moment he fell in love in the female lead....

… When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on the stage in a formal dress, facing Benedict, whose body trembled before he abruptly shoved me away. Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell to the ground. My brother, Lucas Howard, hurried forward to help me up, his voice cold. "How dare Benedict push you!" I bit down hard, forcing myself to suppress the hatred rising within. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Benedict had said as he turned to leave. "Get lost! Don’t think you can stop me from going to Yancy." So, he had been reborn too. Even better. This would make my revenge all the more satisfying.

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

"The betrayals, the bloodshed, the enemies who thought they could destroy us... now, they’ve all been reduced to ashes." ​I turned within his embrace, looking straight into the eyes of the man who had shed blood for me, fought by my side, and loved me through every shadow of my second life. Revenge had brought me back to this world, but Drake was the reason I chose to stay. ​"Let’s build an empire," Drake said with a smile, gently kissing my forehead. ​"No," I corrected him, a genuine, radiant smile playing on my lips as I pulled him closer. "Let’s build a home."

I almost died in those flames. When my father finally woke up from his one-year coma, he discovered the horrific betrayal. He found out what Christopher had done to me. Just like he always did, my father stepped in and saved my life. He pulled me out of the ashes. He paid for top surgeons to fix my face, change my identity, and wipe Lucian completely off the face of the earth. I was reborn as Duncan—a cold, sharp weapon created for one purpose only: to take ultimate revenge on Christopher and reclaim everything that belonged to us.