The Dukes Cursed Charm Novels & Stories

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

"Woah? Who died?" "You did! I felt your tether snap?" Damon looked angry, not at me but with emotion. I had never seen him use it before. "I have been trying to reach you all day." Esmerelda was calm and reading me. "Matice was taken by her father and the witch coven" He grabbed his head like he wasn't allowed to say what he was trying to. "Why are you all looking at me like I did something wrong?" "Tell me, child, what did you see?"

I took a step closer and put two of my fingers at the sides of her neck to feel her pulse. Her symptoms were exactly like what a few elderly humans had. The disease was referred to as a cursed heart. For it to heal, it needed constant treatment and the right herbs. "Can you take me to your garden of herbs?" I asked softly. She looked at Ducan then back at me and nodded. "Ducan please wait for me," I said as she gasped loudly. "What?" I asked seriously. "Nothing." She answered and then walked ahead as I followed. We walked past a few houses until a huge field of plantation and herbs came into view. I quickly walked ahead of her admiring the rich-looking herbs they had.

“If anyone had seen them entering here, it would have been around town in a flash that I was setting up a harem.” The smile made Margaret blink. At his words, her grey eyes widened slightly. She could hardly pretend not to understand. Noticing the peculiar light in the blue eyes as they rested on her, it seemed a very good thing she was the Duke’s ward. From her admittedly small understanding of the morals of his type, she suspected her position would keep her safe as little else might.

Rowan complimented and without waiting for a reaction, he turned to Mateo who immediately bowed understanding what he meant. He pushed his hand into the inner pocket of his brown jacket and walked towards Farrell bearing a seal in his hand. "I believe everyone recognizes this seal?" Rowan asked and Farrell looked at Mateo who smirked at him. Then with a dramatic yell, "Bow to the Duke of Kerstone!" He raised the golden seal in the sky and Farrell gulped. What was happening? Immediately, he bowed falling to his knees and his head touching the ground. The men behind Rowan fell to their knees immediately with Constance standing at their back with a gaped mouth.

My father had probably gone insane, or there was something I still didn't know behind that ministry. — A death curse, just because I refused to bring him the information, but it's also a way to keep me by his side. If I stay by his side, the effects of the curse are basically nonexistent. But when I distance myself, my lifespan will be reduced to a maximum of three months. If I don't return in two months, I might already be dead.

If he wasn’t good at what he does and a genuine good guy (as much as it’s possible to be in our world), I wouldn’t imagine Karma and Duchess would respect him as much as they do. Despite being covered in the blood of a couple scumbags and the beer in my hand, I couldn’t forget what Karma said. Duke. I kinda liked it. But… Would I be the Duke to Alex’s Duchess? What would that even mean for our two clubs? The Valkyrie and the Henchmen are different. In the Henchmen, none of the partners are involved in club business.

Just then, the back door swung open and Sarah walked in, a basket of carrots fresh out of the garden, in her hands. “Anyone wants some?” She asked. Abby watched her, making sure Sarah was in a fair mood. “Abby?” “Yeah, sure. I'll have some.” _____ “Mr.Wells, you and I made a deal and you promised you'd pay at least half of what you owe but it's been a month and you keep coming up with more and more pathetic excuses.” Mr.Riverson was pissed, Anthony could tell. He sighed and dug through his pockets, fishing out a gold ring, the one that belonged to Abby Winster.

You facing any trouble over there? Helma could not help but chuckle. Sophia was off soaking up the sun on her vacation. Emerald Crab: [Nah, just kick back and enjoy your break, girl.] Message sent, Helma tuned out the chat room showdown and dove back into the Duke's info on her phone. The Duke and his wife's story read like something straight out of a fairy tale, all romance and chivalry.

Dua raised her voice, and Belle finally looked up at her. "Your life is in my hands, right?" Dua asked and Belle nodded. "Lie or deceive me, and I'll take your life myself." Dua threatened, but the words felt foreign to her. Belle swallowed, nodding instantly. "Good," Dua nodded. "Now, let's begin. Why am I here?" Trembling, Belle began. "Long ago, His Majesty was cursed by an evil woman." "Evil?" The word didn't sit right with Dua. "If she was evil, and he was innocent then why did he get affected by the curse?" She thought.