Ser Duncan The Tall Book Novels & Stories

One of the top five peak families in the Wyverna, the heir of the Duncan family, the great Fitch Duncan. "Mister Duncan has quite a reputation." Alexander sat on the sofa, took a few sips from the beverage on the coffee table in front of him, and smiled faintly. "Mister Hill, why don't we make a bet? In no time, you'll regret making that call to Mister Duncan." Bet? Regret?

"The rental agreement didn’t say anything about living with a wild woman." I chuckled. Dera laughed and leaned forward. "Only when I drink." "I’ll remember that," Duncan replied with a grin that lingered a second too long. We laid out another hand. Cards flipped. Breath held. Duncan growled. "Fuck." He pushed himself up from his chair. He towered over us. My eyes dragged over his body as he unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was firm. His shoulders wide. A tattoo of a fighter jet curved across his forearm. He didn’t look sculpted, but he looked strong. I remembered Dera walking in on him the other night. She had seen this before.

"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

Altezza reopened the file in front of him and read, "Adaline Scott." "Adaline Scott? What's with her, Sir?" Duncan asked, curious. Altezza furrowed his brow. "Do you know her?" Altezza asked suspiciously. Duncan grinned mischievously and nodded. "Of course, Sir." "Is she a good girl?" "Very good, Sir," Duncan replied without hesitation. "How do you know her?" The frown on his forehead deepened. "Or perhaps you have a special relationship?" Duncan blinked for a moment and shook his head vigorously. "No, Sir. It's not like that. I know her because she's a friend of my ex-girlfriend."

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 24 -ELAINE- I showed up at Duncan’s farm the next morning like it was just another casual visit to him. But to be fair, it wasn’t unannounced to everyone. Steph knew and her reaction when she saw Duncan’s expression said everything. She burst out laughing loud, unfiltered laughter that echoed through the barnyard like a joyful rebellion. Duncan, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to throw a pitchfork. His jaw tightened, arms crossed, and eyes burning into me like I was a weed choking out his crops.

Duncan watched as Basalt's army appeared one by one around him before speaking up with trepidation. Chase had no idea what to say to a martial lord who got scared by being surrounded. Was this man stupid? He even asked Chase such a stupid question. As a peak martial lord powerhouse, Duncan could leave anytime without worrying about anyone stopping him. However, Chase was right about him. Duncan was not the smartest person around. Even though he was a peak martial lord powerhouse, he was only an ordinary member of Red Phoenix. All he knew to do was cultivate and nothing else.

It was a powerful reunion. We spent the next few days making love and baring the deepest secrets about ourselves. I learned Duncan was turned just days before his wedding was to take place in the year seventeen-forty-five. He’d never encountered supernatural creatures such as vampires, so he never thought to take heed of the stories or precautions while traveling certain roads alone at night. There were rumors that Lady Vivian Everhoust -the season’s most eligible debutant who was madly in love with Lord Duncan and made no secret of it- dabbled in witchcraft. When she realized Lord Duncan planned on going through with the union with another woman, she assured him that his black heart woul

She mumbled as she gave a smile that lasted for no more than two seconds then she grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. " Why don't you tell him how you feel? It's better to open up to him about your feelings and know how he feels about you too. " " Anyway, I wonder when Duncan is going to arrive. " Alessia sighed. She wanted news about Marcus but it seems Duncan is taking longer than usual. " Who is Duncan? " Zelda asked. " He's Marcus's Beta, the second in command in the pack after the Alpha and also a friend. " Alessia replied.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.