Novel & Cerita Ser Duncan The Tall Book

The thought of him standing over me with his red eyes boring holes in me made me involuntarily shiver. Duncan was also supposed to be intimidating, but the air around him was definitely different. He gave off more of a golden retriever vibe while Lucien's was a Doberman. “He simply wants you to be around during the blood rage, since the full moon is in the next few days and he's going to need assistance,” Duncan explained my purpose but still did a good job at explaining literally nothing as he punched in the code to the front door. How close were they exactly for Duncan to know the password to his door?

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any kind of resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely simultaneous. I love and appreciate your comments. I gladly like to hear what any of you might say. With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy this book. ♥WELCOME TO THE BOOK♥ ♥TAMING THE DRAGON♥ ❤ELYSIAN POINT OF VIEW❤

I ordered. "They haven't been able to slam Duncan on the ground yet." Darin complained. "At this rate he will end up taking their lives. They are already weak as it is." I replied. The bell sounded and they stopped fighting, Duncan changed to his human form marching towards me while glaring daggers at me. "Why Ducalion? I was just starting to have fun." "Your idea of fun is killing them?" Darin scoffed. "Look Duncan, you have had fun for almost an hour already. If you keep going, they will lose their lives." I said to him calmly.

Gideon looked over at us, a question in his eyes. “All right, little wolf. We’ll take a few minutes before we join everyone else. Let me just get Elaine settled.” His eyes clouded over, clearly mindlinking someone else. A moment later, the door opened and another tall man stood there. He was just slightly shorter than Duncan, with blond hair and blue eyes, short-cropped hair and a day’s growth of stubble. He looked serious, yet kind, and felt familiar to me somehow. A calming presence emanated from him. He nodded at Duncan and Gideon, then gave me a small smile.

Some were even eager to go out to join the fight and warm their muscles before the next stage. However, a handsome Duke was sitting leisurely on top of his tower looking at the red one on the front. His deep red eyes were observing everything. Though his main interest was the silver-haired woman that from time to time jumped into his sight. She seemed to have fun and he was happy, though he didn't like that some fairy man was beside her. "Your highness?" the young lad wearing white robes with a golden dragon symbol on his collar asked again respectfully. Then the Duke looked at the red tower and the silver one with interest. "Go for the red tower."

I had learned to rely on Duncan, on Ky, on Mira, on my own instincts,and now, I was learning to trust them, the next generation, to carry pieces of our legacy forward. Duncan appeared behind me, silent as always, arms folding across his chest, his presence immediately commanding. The scar across his chest, still visible beneath his tunic, was a constant reminder of the sacrifices we had made. But today, he was calm, surveying the twins with a subtle pride in his eyes. “They’re growing fast,” he murmured, stepping closer. “And dangerous,” he added, a slight grin tugging at his lips. I nodded, letting my head brush against his chest. “Dangerous, yes. But brilliant, fierce, alive. Exactly what

Fafnir said, before closing his giant eyes and fading from the room. “Wow your soul bound is powerful, I almost passed out when he first tried to enter my magical space, he had to restrict only a small portion of himself in here, otherwise it would be too much for me, how you can contain all that power inside is truly astounding boy. My name is Duncan and I believe you have a task for me?” called out a voice from beside him. Startled, Rex jumped to the side and readied himself, seeing the old man, Duncan, had stood up after Fafnir had left, walked over to Rex and was now able to speak with him.

He thinks he’s hurting her. But all he’s really doing… Is softening her up. Breaking her into submission. So when I step back in? She’ll be ready. Not to fight. To surrender. --- That’s what makes this game so beautiful. I don’t even need to move my pieces anymore. They move themselves. Duncan thinks he’s a king. But he’s just a knight. A pawn with better lighting. --- And when he finally realizes she never stopped being mine? That she only bent because she was already trained to?

Duncan couldn't heal without Ryan and since we've taken the boy away from him, I'm sure he has no hope of ever recovering. "Give me a second. There's something I have to do." He said and went back upstairs. I'm sure now that he knew how important Ryan was, he would place him under high class security this time. We couldn't afford to lose the boy. DUNCAN'S POV Right now, the title of the most misleading thing on earth belonged to this study full of books set in a rogue pack house. I think the fact that the books appeared dusty justifies my exacts thoughts, they had nothing to do with a study and this place clearly looked abandoned.