The Dukes Cursed Charm Novels & Stories

“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.

Fear locks my throat like a frozen door. She stops in front of me, so close I can smell her floral perfume, sharp and expensive. “The Duke has moved on, you see,” she purrs, her eyes alight with cruel pleasure. “He has his rebellions to plan, his northern ladies to visit. He doesn’t have time for problematic, prophetic little upstarts who cause diplomatic incidents and get valuable assets killed.” Leaning forward, she lets her words slip out like a threat. Her tone turns sharp, almost silent. Now it’s your turn to face what comes next

" He ordered Venilla clenched her fist and grinned. With her head lowered, she apologized to Queen Elizabeth. "Apologies your highness," she said through gritted teeth. Lucas cleared his throat and looked behind Queen Elizabeth, where Cara stood. He stared suspiciously at Cara. He wondered why Maria sent her daughter to the royal castle when she knew about the curse. He cleared his throat again and looked into the eyes of his mother. "The girl shall stay and become Percy's bride." "Exactly what I expected!" Venilla laughed and turned to leave. "Let's see how long she lasts here," she fanned herself as she walked out of the throneroom.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳. "I have my reasons. I like the Maximillan duchy better. I wonder why? But now that the duke said it, magician Dashiell- I would like to know if the duke truly will hand him over to us." "I'm not going to break my word. And, if the young duchess so desires, we can make a deal with the magical contract," he said. "After all, magical contracts are unbreakable, and breaching the contract can result in death."

Duke Harry stammered. But Madam Giselle did not respond, instead pushing Duke Harry into his bed and pinning him. Duke Harry was in the Bottom, while Madam Giselle is in the Top, and Madam Giselle then whispered in Duke Harry's ear. "Harry, it appears that you have forgotten that I am stronger than you," Madam Giselle stated, pulling a jar from her purse and letting Duke Harry see it. It was full with rats, and Duke Harry is terrified of rats, but he doesn't tell anyone since they would use it against him.

That can't be true! But Mom never laughed. She remained standing beside me, her face serious. "You're not kidding?" I mumbled. My heart's starting to drum crazily inside my chest again. "I'm not, Jazzy." "That's why the necklace makes me feel things...." "Long time ago, there was a war between two clans. Our clan, a clan of witches and wizzards, and the clan of werewolves." I suddenly feel dizzy. I used to hear these stories in televisions. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought it's real.

I smiled bitterly. Grandma sighed deeply, “That Duke Borda that you in your past life was married to, he was immune to magic as well, right?” “He had the same demon's seal, like the one Chairman and Samil have, and today I finally got the confirmation that Immara managed to break the Duke's seal!” I grinned excitedly remembering what I read in Duke's diary. “You learnt that… today?!” Grandma glared at me. I burst out in nervous laughter. I accidently told them a little too much.

Queen Mila stared anxiously at him, she was ready to do anything to save her son from the curse that had been placed on him, even before his existence. Her son, Jamal the prince of Zedora had been cursed by Naja, a winter witch to an heart of ice and stone, years before he was born, after finding out that King Carne, Jamal's grandfather was responsible for the death of five maidens from the winter clan, two of which were her apprentice. She had then placed a curse on his third generation which happened to be Jamal. At first, it was called off as a bluff. Not until Jamal was born and he didn't cry like every other new born child neither he laugh. His face was still with no emotions present.

But if you are the victim, it inflicted a curse on your body. Random symbols crawled their skin. It would glow up, and a burning sensation penetrated every tissue of their human being. The intense pain was worse than dying. The artificial way of obtaining an element caused it. If you could not bear the pain, the quick fix for it was to say goodbye in this world. By doing this, you would also prevent the person who stole your element from using it. The people involved in the ritual should be alive for it to work. And that's what happened to the late Duke and her older brother. The culprit? It was the Marquess. That's why his hatred towards him reached the depths of hell.

Including the witches who helped him repulse the remaining French soldiers. De Luca still clearly remember how Axton and his soldiers massacred the French soldiers until their numbers dropped drastically. Even when he had withdrawn his troops, Axton's side continued to stab their soldiers with poisoned arrows. While the witches were on their side, he used it to fortify them from more damage. Some high witches also used their powers to curse the French soldiers with that famous curse. Dazzle's Curse. And this is what makes de Luca feel a grudge against all witches on Spain land. He vowed to destroy all the witches in the land of the country and its surroundings.