Novel & Cerita The Dukes Cursed Charm

Duke Hugin said and I was surprised. The attack must've been really bad if they got in the castle. "Then are they still attacking outside? I don't hear any fighting." WIschard said worriedly. "No, the fighting stopped the day before." The young man answered. "If the fighting stopped then what are we doing here?" I asked and the Duke sighed sadly. "The truth is my granddaughter was kidnapped by those monsters." Duke Hugin replied and we were shocked to hear that. "Please help me get my daughter back. She's the only one my wife has left me." The young man said tearfully.

Duke buttoned his shirt and wore his tie before he softly responded, “A friend of mine is coming to Sea City today. Come back early. I’ll arrange for the both of you to meet.” “Is he an important friend of yours?” Adina asked. “Do you have to purposely arrange for both of us to meet each other?” “You’ll find out when you see him.” A smile formed across Duke’s lips. His “friend” was a doctor whom he had asked Blake to locate. The doctor was partially skilled in witchcraft. Duke suspected that the people from Hestia Border had put a hex on Adina. Even though he did not believe in witchcraft, the presence of witch doctors pushed him over the edge. Perhaps, the existence of certain things could

"I am Duke Fedelin Vermillion. A firstborn from Vermillion Dukedom. Do you mind telling me your lovely names?" "Pardon me, but we are in a hurry. W-we need to get going, right?" says the queen, dragging her maid to the segway. "Ah-hahaha, yes! Goodbye, duke." The maid bowed her head and turned her back to leave. Duke Fedelin was astounded when the ladies left. He was interested in the beauty of the hat's owner he retrieved last time in the town. He whispered, "HUh, my charm didn't work?"

“And Charlene?” The duke asked his personal aide, Camon, but the latter only shook his head. Duke Alphonse puts down his fountain pen and stares at the moon. It is another cold night in the country, winter truly is on its way, and monster subjugation should be in a week from now — but all this could be the very least of his concern. “How could the goddess be so cruel to my child, Camon?” Duke Alphonse looked at the moon with worry and sadness as he recalled how the reports about Charlene’s stay in the academy went on.

Kyra inquired casually. One of the witches sneered at Kyra. She started chanting a spell, but Kyra chuckled and slightly lifted her shirt to reveal the charm which Kaiser gave her so many months ago. The witches gasped at the sight of the charm. Even Dale and the rogues looked at the charm with intrest. Creed looked at it with surprise. He is the closest to her, so he got a good look at the charm which not everyone can get their hands on.

“The bond fracturing. Twisting. Rotting.” “Shut up.” He twists my arm just enough to make pain blade down my spine. “The witches did good work. She can’t reach you. You can’t reach her. You’re both drowning in each other, but the water’s cursed.” His words crawl under my skin like insects. I roar and break free, slamming my fist into his jaw — the impact sending vibrations up my knuckles. Duke flies back, skidding across the mud, cloak ripping, wolves scattering from the shockwave.

And hers was now tethered irrevocably to Kael’s. Kael’s gaze softened further. “I do not know if you understand what this means. The bond is relentless. The curse is relentless. And yet… I feel it too. Every pulse, every flicker, every surge of magic—it calls to me, binds me, and terrifies me in ways I cannot describe. I am the Dark Prince, yes. But you… you are the only thing that has ever made me feel anything beyond control, beyond power, beyond the curse itself.”

It was better than waiting. Once again, Beth was amazed at the size and beauty of Carlisle Crest. The hall was long and well-lit. A red rug ran its entire length as far as she could see. A couple of portraits decorated the walls by the door of the salon they had been in. In one, she saw the portrait of the Dowager Duchess holding the hand of a young boy. It had to be the Duke. He was smiling.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

I could only hope she wasn’t still bitter that I wouldn’t be the Alpha with whom she would conquer the world. We pulled up in front of a small, charming cottage surrounded by a thicket of trees. Ivy grew on the walls, lilies and begonias adorning the little patch garden in front. It looked warm and idyllic, not like a placed that houses a venomous, scheming witch. “Alpha…” Duke called again “you're sure?” He asked and I didn't bother to be annoyed with him. His reservations were well worth it. “We don't have a choice Duke.” I said before climbing out of the car. I approached the door of the cottage with all the wariness of a man who knew what the inhabitant was capable of.