The Dukes Cursed Charm Novels & Stories

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

“H-help.” The old magus saw her funny expression and was quite amused. He then stared at the duke and shook his head. “Unfortunately for you, we’re not the one who sent those feisty ladies. Anyway, that young lass over there had already signed a blood contract with me. Even if I want to, I won’t be able to get rid of it and simply give her to you.” “You force her a contract?” The emerald hues in the duke’s eyes darkened. A fiery crimson aura slowly crept inside the room as he stared at the old magus like he was facing an enemy.

“Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.” Her lips moved but I saw was the Moon goddess speaking. “It's time for your awakening.” “And the world is not ready for you.”

, Mr Darc asks and sits down on his chair. They all have a stricking resemblance. The Darc have the same sitting posture. They all sink into the chair, their thumb and index finger form a C as it rests on their left cheek. They all have long black hair, brown glowing eyes and are drop dead gorgeous. Davil's children will be breath taking, I am certain. "I know nothing other than she is Tareem's wife. Brief me about her", I wink at Tareem and he grits his teeth.

I wanted to hit him, and I wanted to pull him into a kiss that would stop both our hearts. ​"Every time we get intimate, I die," I whispered, my hand moving up to his chest, feeling the frantic thrum of his heart through his shirt. "Is that the curse, Julian? Or is it your mercy?" ​"It’s neither," he said, his eyes darkening as the Duke’s silver mist began to swirl in his pupils. "It’s the Debt. And right now, it’s hungry."

The Duke put his leg on the ground and stared at me; I felt as if he knew who I was and wanted to kill me. “Good! Good! Let’s destroy this whole world! The world is but an imaginary space. Don’t get fooled you fool!” Momo laughed wickedly. Mimi flew over until only a few inches separated us, she couldn’t move forward maybe because she couldn’t be away from her body. She glared at me, her eyes looking like two holes taking to the void, dark and disappointed. “I didn’t you could be a coward. I am truly disappointed. Do you see the Duke? He is cursed; if you don’t save him, he will burn like a candle quickly and die. Do you want him to die?”

“This will guide you to the hidden isle. But be warned. The Guxani have infiltrated Vespas’ borderlands. If you are caught…” “I won’t be,” Cedric said, slipping the bracelet around his wrist. The phoenix charm pulsed softly, as if waking to its true bearer. Master Ye watched him in silence. “Duke Fleming is dead, then?” Cedric turned, his eyes the color of burned coal. “He died with her.” “Then go, Grimm. The rot must end.”

He didn't need to see what a pitiful woman I was. Prince Charming took his index finger, traced my lips, pulling the bottom lip out. My eyes still didn't meet his, still looking down the passage. His patience was great, and he waited for me to calm the heavy heaves of breathing that I panted. "The Duke is what they call him," I sighed heavily. "He's a vampire; the place where I ran from was the Duke's home. The big mansion that looked like a castle." Prince Charming got up from the floor, sitting on the bed beside me. He didn't even need a stool to get in like I would need; it almost made me laugh.

After what seemed like forever, he dropped his quill once more and focused his attention on me, staring pointedly at me. "While I understand your pain and reasons for you hesitation..." he began as he leaned forward, placing his chin on his hands. "You must understand that Duke Ethan is in a precarious situation right now. You're aware that he has been cursed, are you not?" He asked. I swallowed, breathing out shakily. "Yes, I am. Your majesty." "Well, time is not in his side any longer." He stated and my stomach sunk at the revelation. The chair scraped as he stood to his feet, placing his hands behind him as he paced around, his back turned to me, his enigmatic aura filling the room.

“You aren’t breaking anyone’s heart. No one has to know that this whole thing is fake. Also, no matter what you say, they’ll assume that I get bored of you. If you want to go through with this revenge, you have to marry me. You have to be the one who tames the wild duke.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “You are not a duke yet. You’re an earl.” “True but I don’t think saying you’re the one who tames the wild ‘soon to be’ a duke sounds great.” She laughed. Damn it, even when he drove her crazy, he still managed to get her smile. “Well that isn’t just a step, that’s a leap right there,” he commented, one corner of his mouth rose and formed a charming, lopsided smile.