The Last Duel Audiobook Novels & Stories

She took a moment to sort her thoughts and then said, "Well, we can't say that the King is wrong in all this. He too fell victim to misunderstandings. According to him, it was Ryan who decided not to come back and chose to live with rogues." After she was finished, I got up and walked over to my messy study table. I watched all the papers scattered over it. I heard Isabella behind me, "Anything else?" I shook my head, "Just make sure that no one disturbs me for the rest of the evening, Isabella." She nodded once, "Sure," before turning toward the door. As the door closed, I sat down on the chair and spent the next few hours there. Later in the evening, I heard a knock on the door. I turned a

It wouldn't change anything. "Curiosity," he let out as he moved away from the wall he was leaning against, "I think it would be an interesting story, the archduchess committed suicide in her madness," he tried to sound disinterested as he said as he walked towards Audra, "but there is something even more intriguing in this whole story..., what is such a powerful prince doing here with my dead wife in his arms?" he slid his pale hands over his shoulders, covered by a black cloak of thick and clearly well-finished cloth. Disgust.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

It is my instinct that is telling me, and usually, my suspicions are right. I have won the duel several times now. Many people are already shouting my name but I don't give a damn because the important thing is the attack tonight, it is already around 11:30 pm. There are many fallen Cadres. Most of them are quite injured. "Gamara Versus Lexus! Our final duel!" The man shouted that until now I still don't care about its name.

The last thing he heard before consciousness faded was the sound of raised voices from somewhere else in the manor, and Jethro's urgent tone. "Alpha, Liam's sent another message. He's challenging you to a blood duel at dawn. Winner takes Hart, and loser dies." Hart tried to force his eyes open so he could tell Cole not to accept, but his body didn't cooperate.

My brows creased and Aurora’s smile spread even wider revealing her white set of teeth. “Tada!! surprise!!” she spread her hands out in a mocking introduction. “I mean it was worth it, the look on your face is priceless. There is nothing that is worth more than this- this is everything i longed to see, the look on your face when you see that you made a mistake, the regret and anguish.” “So, the duel is for freedom and slavery, there are no rules, you fight until you surrender-” The man looked at me and then at Aurora. She wasn’t going to give me the answer like this, not now, not ever- unless i made her to.

Jeremy's mouth opened slightly, his confidence rattled. Jared stood, picking up his sword with his left hand. “Now we’re equal.” Jeremy gritted his teeth. “You’re out of your damn mind.” Alpha Axel gestured. “Let the duel begin.” The hall cleared. Musicians backed away. Ava sat on the edge of her seat, her nails digging into her palm. The blades met with a harsh clang, metal screeching against metal. Jared's left-handed swings were clumsy at first but fuelled by rage. Jeremy lunged with a brutal speed, using every dirty trick he had, including punches with the hilt and kicks to his ribs.

Amelia As my voice echoes in the arena, Logan freezes, not delivering the final blow. His head snaps up and eyes find me just as Derrick laughs and claps slowly, standing from his seat with a satisfied smile across his lips. The king clears his throat and speaks again, “the duel is over.” He announces and raises a hand, looking around smugly before he adds, “Once again, Alpha Logan is undoubtedly the winner. Beta Richard, escort the Alphas to the hospital.”

Everyone fell silent and waited for the smoke to subside. When the smoke subsided, Claudette was lying unconscious on the floor and Zenon remained standing with a few cuts. Zenon won the duel. He got a score of 99 while Claudette scored 98. Wow, that's great! Everyone applauded loudly. So far, Zenon has the highest score. "You are so awesome, Prince Zenon!" the crowd cheered. Huh? Prince Zenon? He is a prince? Eh, I don't know that. "The last duel for today will be Princess Alesia Gregory versus Luna Syesha McCleen!" Headmaster Gray announced, and my eyes widened. Alesia is my opponent?!

The war room's atmosphere had shifted the charged anticipation of a looming duel leaving a tangible tension in its wake. "It is settled then," Sergeant Cole’s declaration sliced through the charged silence. "We duel at noon." His words hung in the air like a gauntlet thrown, and the gravity of the impending duel settled upon us all. Noon would be the hour of reckoning, a trial by combat to test my mettle and prove the legends right or wrong. As I nodded in acknowledgment, a storm of emotions raged within me. This duel was not merely a physical confrontation; it was a clash of belief and doubt, a challenge to the very core of my identity as the Lycan Lord of Chaos.