The Last Duel Audiobook Novels & Stories

People shot to their feet. Voices erupted from every direction. The atmosphere shifted instantly. My attention snapped toward the arena. The duel was over. And from the looks of it— Theorone had won the duel. :::

“He’s hurt too many people, Max. He’s gotten away with too much. Tonight, that ends.” Suddenly, a slow, deliberate clap sounded. Both men turned toward the sound. From where he was eavesdropping, Desmond strolled into view, his expression amused, his hair catching the light like fire. He wore no armor, just his black tunic and leather gloves. “Well, well,” Desmond drawled, eyes gleaming. “The hero and his loyal mutt. Sharing your last words before the duel?” Max’s lips curled. “Desmond.” “Max.” Desmond smirked. “Still playing squire to the broken prince?”

Asher replied with a smirk, folding his arms on his chest. Alaric tilted his head to the side, “you were counting?” “Of course.” “Oh, you cannot try killing me now, Asher, you will not succeed even by an inch. You are strong, but I am stronger, so how do we settle our differences?” Edward and Rasmus chuckled and Asher glared at them before turning to Alaric, “how about a duel?” Alaric stiffened and Mariah glanced at him, having standing beside him and feeling his reaction. “I hate duels, the last time I participated in a duel, it brought about a war that I have still not won.”

Thankful things calmed down and no one died. “Okay,” Rhett slowly stretches the word out, “In your professional opinion if that was a real duel to the death. Who would you mark as the stronger opponent and most likely in an outcome to win? No interference.” I pause at his question and think about it, “If Finn was fully healed from his injuries?”

Ara consoled himself with the belief that it was Thomas’s destiny to die by the hands of The Drifter. After retrieving the journal from Jürgen’s dying attorney David Merkel, he wasted no time in killing the two men The Drifter sent to his house because he already knew everything he needed to know. His duel with The Drifter ended up being a one-sided affair because he already knew how everything was going to unfold from his last trip to 2038.

"Tell me, what… what happened?" I told him about the Dual Marriage System. Although he was shocked, he believed me. He buried his face in his hands and cried. I couldn't stop myself, either. All I could say was sorry. It was unfair for Verde. The breakup came out of nowhere, and it almost killed him.

I hear someone laugh beside me, and I don't have to look to tell who it is. "You look like you are going to war instead of-- Kane's words drown in Mateo's voice, and the last pair of names that he announces silences everyone. "Dylan and Kane." Oh my god! Did I hear that right? "They are the last pair for today's duel," Mateo announces. The silence doesn't thin down for a few more seconds before everyone starts chatting amongst themselves, almost clamouring as adrenaline jumps high. "So, what were you saying again?" I taunt Kane, reminding me of how he teased me for going against a predator when he is going to fight with the captain of the club.

"It was the worst hot chocolate I've ever had in my life, and I drank the whole thing because you looked so proud of yourself for thinking of it." He laughed, real and unguarded, a sound I hadn't heard directed at me in so long it startled something loose in my chest. "I was proud of myself. I thought I was being smooth." "You were not smooth. You spilled half of it on my shoe walking over." "I did not." "You absolutely did. I still have those shoes. There's a stain on the left one that never came out."

The Final Duel Damien’s voice dropped... cold and final: "We’re ending this... now."

Others viewed it as a disruption, an unsettling reminder that the carefully constructed hierarchy could be shaken by an unexpected force. In the aftermath of the duel, as the contenders separated and the arena began to empty, a sense of introspection settled over me. The duel had uncovered layers of intrigue and complexity that ran deeper than the surface appearances. It was a testament to the power of the unexpected, the ability of an individual to rewrite their narrative and defy the constraints imposed by society.