Regressed As The Duke Novels & Stories

Huxley hiccuped and stood nervously, “Of course, I would get sad your grace!” Duke Raziel nodded, “Good answer. Now leave.” Huxley trembled, looking at the door, and gulped. Taking all the courage, he continued, “But the duchy is at stake, your grace. You can not delay your work anymore.” Duke Raziel inhaled deeply and gnawed in his teeth, “I am the duke. Of course, I can do what I want.” His attendant nodded, “Yes, of course, you’re right, your grace. But you have duties.”

As we ate, so many people came for lunch too and even though I was so busy with the delicious grilled meat in front of me, I could hear some people keep taling about this specific topic. The duke's son is back. They said something about the young Lord of Vanle came upout of nowhere after a hundred years leaving without saying anything. Now this made me think back about what Declan say to Adam at the cave days ago. Lord Dawnbrook, he said. "Luca, who's the Duke's name?" I whispered it. I felt Declan and Finn halted from whatever they were doing. "The Duke? Julius Dawnbrook. I heard he is still ruling this land until now." He answered me calmly.

"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?"

Duke teases his brother while he pulls Emma to lay beside him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m just glad you are awake,” Bär smiles. “Your Ada mark is missing.” “Stag is crying. She is no longer our mate,” Duke sighs. “And Emma saved me.” Duke looks down at Emma who is laying on his chest. “My Duke,” Emma touches his face. “You still want me?” Duke asks. “I’m broken and I was forcefully rejected.” “I will gladly renounce my title and give it up forever to your sister if this is where I lay at night,” Emma tells him keeping her chin on his chest.

the duke said, already agitated. James clasped his hands together, a cruel, sadistic look on his face. "You know how it goes, Sir, a contract is a contract." "If you're so sure this will hold up and The Crimson Mercenaries will stand with you-" "Oh, I am. They've already joined my ranks. Copia has the superior army and weaponry. Do you still think I'm going to lose, Your Grace?" "You're bluffing." Not taking his eyes off of Duke Maine, cool and confident, he picked up his phone and handed it to Duke Maine.

She wailed. Looking up, Cassy happened to meet the Duke's frowning gaze, and knew her moment of triumph was over too soon. He shoved the stallion's reins toward Smith and told him to take the horse back to the paddock, then strode to Cassy. "Let me see, Levington," he commanded, and she slowly took her hands away from her face. "Don't look so stricken. A broken nose might lend some masculinity to your face," the Duke said dryly, and Cassy shuddered.

they missed the old him, they all do. but turning the Duke Claude back to his old self was always a failed attempt. no matter what they do, they cannot figure out what made their Duke that way. drugs, alcohol, a traumatic incident, hypnotism or anything in between, the people cannot figure out what results to that. Soon enough, they lost hope as they too succumbed to the depressing state of their duke to which soon affected the duchy itself and trickled down to the people of the Fortess Dukedom.

There was a sickening sound of bones cracking as she crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from her nose. "Mama!" I dropped to my knees beside her motionless form. "How touching.” The voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm. I looked up to see its owner. Lord Edric, Regent of the town after the duke and duchess’ deaths. He was also the present Duke's uncle, the monster that fed on blood. He stepped in with a frown on his face and stared down at Mama and me in disdain. Our eyes met, and his narrowed as he searched my face.

He stopped talking when he heard the duke's loud gasp in the hall, saying angrily, before strayed yelling, "James, do you dare say that in front of me eh..." "That's enough Leon! It's a well-known fact and it won't change anything; for everyone already knows that you have an illegitimate daughter! Let's just listen to what Lord James has to say quietly." Duke Daniel interrupted him with a strange smile on his handsome face. Silencing himself with a difficulty, Duke of Ambershire pressed his hand hard until it turned white as King Oliver looked at them calmly then with a nod ordered Lord James to complete his speech

Duke Essandor had more grey hairs than he did a few months ago. Understanding how much he paled in comparison to the Universe was a cruel blow. Though he didn’t whimper for long, his constant pushing to reach the heights above had taken a toll on him. Currently he was an Above Mortal Realm Wielder. It was good progress in just six months. But the Duke wanted more. For he understood how feeble he was in comparison to the gods. And he wanted to be able to hold his fate in his own hand the next time a storm struck. Alas, this was the next trial and it had come too soon. For he was nowhere near strong enough to stop anything that was happening.