The Last Duel Audiobook Novels & Stories

a man's voice pleaded between ragged breaths, "you don't have to do this." Silence answered him, followed by three slow footsteps. Each one carried the same steady rhythm of expensive leather shoes. Elena caught the faint, metallic click of a ring striking something hard each time the man's hand moved right hand, middle finger. It was an unusual habit. Elena remained perfectly still, her instinct warning her not to make a sound. "You should've destroyed the recording," another voice said calmly. It was deep, controlled, and devoid of anger, the kind of voice that never needed to shout.

I inquired graciously. “It does not concern you, dear sir, with such interesting friends, as I have no intentions of giving you time for that, but your voluminous associate might have a couple of minutes to bequeath his last testament—in short.” “I am Ronald Bernard Muerlath! Viscount Muerlath, you lout! And I challenge you to a duel, right here and now!” I snarled. “And I am Alexander Leonard Radenor. You may simply call me Your Highness, Viscount Muerlath... What about your friend?”

he asked. The Librarian picked up the book and turned it over once in his hands. "Since the duel," he said. Kael frowned. "Which duel?" he asked. "The one that started the attention shift," the Librarian said. "Not the first duel, but the second one." Kael stared at him and narrowed things down, which in this academy still left far too many possibilities. He left the library with the uncomfortable sense that the ceiling was slightly lower than usual. Not literally, just in the way that came from being noticed by people who were themselves trying not to be noticed.

Of course, he wouldn't want me to shoot myself in the leg in front of the entire cabal, and even our international partners stood watching. Q“I am” I reply coldly, he turns to Elias, “What say you?” he asks again. “Fuck yeah!” my father hit the cane on the floor, “we have a duel, the servants will go round with the betting hats, place your bets” he announced proudly. “It's just you and I now Mateo, I promise I'll treat her nice” he grinned, before lunging at me almost immediately. I jumped out of his way and he swung the air instead.

"The bride was always supposed to be her. I'm stepping aside. You should be happy." His eye twitched. He hadn't expected me to say all this out loud, in public. The other passengers were watching now, their eyes flicking between us like it was a tennis match. The woman with the phone was still recording. First-class passengers stopped pretending not to listen. A woman in a fur coat leaned forward. An older man in a suit removed his headphones. Luna laughed coldly. "Quite a show, Mr. Hart. You buy your childhood friend a ruby worth a fortune, give your fiancée a giveaway bracelet, and when she steps aside, you chase her onto a plane pretending to care?"

“Take him. The old blood will rise one last time.” Lucien raised his sword. “Lay down your arms and surrender. The war is over. The rebellion is broken.” The leader laughed bitterly. “Never. The old blood demands its due.” The final clash was short and brutal. Lucien and Caelan fought side by side, the bond guiding their movements. Rowan struck from the flank with ruthless efficiency. In the end, Lucien faced the last leader directly. Their duel was swift. Lucien’s claws ripped through the man’s defenses, ending him with a strike to the throat.

It was unbearably shameful for him so he couldn't take it. Blinded by rage and shame, he took out the silver dragger, a special weapon he had made to kill Deus with, and raised it high in the air, ready to plug it in his heart. Luna saw it coming before Deus did. Wanting to protect her love, she came in between the dragger and Deus. That's when she felt it. The silver dagger piercing her heart and splitting it into two. She turned around and fell right in Deus's arm. She wanted to talk to him and tell him how much she loved him one last time. However, no words came out. And just like that, she stopped breathing. The last face she saw before closing her eyes was the terrified face of Deus.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

“My rage is fire. But their lives are my flames.” I reached across the twins to Tristan. “Let’s walk into hell… together.” The cursed wolves surged, and Dante raised his dagger—the throat rune blazing. I raised my hand, twisting time’s heartbeat. Pearl and Luis bounded forward—twins and parents unified. Together, we stepped into their shadow as— The Final Duel begins.

“I have been waiting all my life for this; I mean, the whole time I have been trying, my mind has been on you; I have been thinking about you, but before I can tell you anything, let us wait until the duel is over; that is if I will survive.” “Well, we all have choices to make and I already made mine. This is not just a simple duel, but it is something that needs to be done to restore order in the pack house. I trust we will have a lot of time to go over this and discuss it, but right now I need you to focus, focus on the duel ahead, and make sure that nothing distracts you.” “Okay, I think I have heard it from the two most important people in my life right now; I will take it into considera