The Bloody Duchess Season 2 Release Date 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 Duke asked softly. She blinked and saw a vivid picture. Eric's warm bloodied body on the cold ground, his quiet, still face, a wet patch on his shirt from her tears. Her breath caught. Would she ever forget? "He bled out on the top of the hill at Westside Manor." She almost cried. With a sniff, she added. "It was my birthday."

The duchess said as she set the few volumes of books on the table. Seeing that Romeo at least looked a little better at what he heard, the duchess sighed in relief. She knew that Romeo was not just loathing himself right now for drinking his own wife's blood, but he was also thinking about what he would do now that his wife's blood was no longer pure. He must have been agonising over the fact that Dacria and anywhere else in this empire was no longer safe for his wife now that she had been bitten.

another noble said, “Duchess Fortess! It is so good to see you. the Viscount Ludwig had been talking about you for a week now. he would always show the model of your turbine and boast that he was part of it. Congratulations tho, you will definitely go down to History.” “Oh, Duchess Fortess! I am so glad I get to see you! My wife loved your carved candles. I heard you were releasing another limited dition. say, when will you open an auction for them? I will also send a messenger to your estate next week with a commission for candles. I hope you accept them. have a great day!”

She stood up from the floor the second she was sure he’d spent a reasonable amount of time away from the room, she opened the door she finally found…then she waited. The knife she’d found on the coffee table in hand, what she didn’t expect was him coming in with Alexander. Once she saw him, her resolve almost weakened, especially when he’d noticed her and he told her to stay away. Her hatred at that moment, overpowered everything she felt for Alexander, every fear she felt and everything that would make her hesitate. All she wanted in that moment was to see Cullen fall to the ground and into a pool of his own blood. Then Cullen caught her hand and everything else that happened after that bec

Ariana’s pov~ Slowly I opened my eyes, the stinging pain was gone in place of terror loomed as I saw the blurred figure of two men standing over me, I was on my bed at the dukedom, and I felt something attached to my arm, slowly I brought my hand to touch it, I felt like a cusp, then I heard it, the sound of a hospital monitor, bringing me back to reality, then it hit me, I slumped again. I blinked and my vision became clearer, the duchess was sitting on the bed with me a look of worry on her beautiful victorian powdered face, she had a stethoscope over my heart as she listened to the earpieces intently, she also checked my palms and my eyes. “She needs blood, you said she has lost a lot of

Cassian cut down an assassin who lunged too close, his blade flashing like silver fire. Another serpent charged at me, dagger raised. I twisted aside, seizing his wrist and driving his own blade into his chest with cold precision. He crumpled at my feet, his blood soaking into the dust. Gasps rippled through the crowd. The duchess is fighting once again not cowering, not fleeing, but standing. The serpents hissed curses, their leader snarling from atop a stall. “You will not wear the crown, Valcrest! Your blood will drown it!”

In fact they were standing still, as if awaiting the end of the conversation. The duchess snorted, “What nonsense! Eridanus was planning a revolution from the very beginning. And you, bitch, were on his side. You should have been strangled in infancy, like Ger said!” “But...” I found nothing to answer. I choked with my own breath. “But, but...” she mocked me and then bellowed, turning to her guardians, “Why are you standing there? Go on! Kill them!” At this moment, Glein lurched and began to let go of Reive, tightening his grip on his sword.

I really don’t understand why she can still go after Duke Winters so shamelessly! [Oh god, I pray that news of the engagement is fake. I don’t want Duke to be ruined by a woman like her!] [It’s a shame that Duke and Adina are getting engaged. I heard that it’ll be on the sixth of next month. If I’m lying, my live-streaming channel will fall apart!]

But as her gaze met the Duke’s, she saw a flicker of something else—something dangerous, something she hadn’t seen before. The Duke’s voice was low and deadly calm as he spoke. “I’ll take my chances.” Suddenly, the man’s gun went off. Time seemed to slow. But instead of the sharp sound of a bullet, all they heard was a thud—something hitting the floor with a heavy, muffled sound. The man’s face twisted in confusion as he looked down at his chest. Blood began to pool beneath him as he collapsed onto the floor with a sickening thud. Victoria gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. She glanced up at the Duke, who was holding his gun steadily in his hand, the smoke still curling from the