The Lithromantic Duke Novels & Stories

“Ann, I’m not letting you go that easily. I’ll be here through all of it, waiting till you conquer every fear you have. Whatever you have going on with Louis isn’t real, and you know it.” I looked down and bit my lips unconsciously. “Now you’re doing that thing again.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You’re making this very difficult for me.” “No, no. Please.” I laughed tiredly and dragged the duvet closer. “I can barely walk.” Duke only smiled and pulled me closer anyway. He keeps patting his hands all over my sensitive body, finally my body succumbed to all of his touch, and we ended up having another hot sex.

He suddenly tugs my hair and tears his lips off of mine with a curse. “Who's disgusting now, Dukes? Get the fuck off me.” He commands and I dazedly untangle myself from him and watch as he storms out of the workshop, slamming the door with a bang. My legs give up and I slide to the floor on wobbly knees. What the fuck?

Miss Tellaro did not choose to fancy anything so absurd, and quelled her chaperon with a frown. Mrs Andromeda was right in her conjecture - it was the Duke of Venice. He came out of the church after the service with Lord and Lady Roma IX, a burly, red-faced gentleman with very staring blue eyes and a pear shaped head. Mrs Andromeda, who had lingered strategically on the pretext of exchanging greetings with an acquaintance, contrived to be in the way. Lady Roma bowed and smiled, but the Duke, with his rather protuberant eyes fixed on Miss Tellaro, he very palpably twitched her sleeve.

The air reeked of incense and steel, a suffocating mixture of prayer and blood. Thalric Veynor, the duke who had maneuvered kingdoms into ruin, stood at the center of the chamber. His cloak, a deep crimson lined with sable fur, trailed across the flagstones like spilled blood. He had waited for this night—the final gambit of his schemes. His eyes, hard as black glass, were fixed on the throne dais where Serenya Vale, the newly unmasked heiress, now held court.

It was Illian "Sir Ilian Freid, from the Southern army!" The crowd almost went crazy with the cheers. Then the silence invaded again the stadium when the lights from the right side illuminated a white robbed man with stunning red eyes. "That… that is the Duke!" "His Highness, Duke Liam Kobach!"

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

“I like you, your grace, but...” “But not the same way you love him,” Nylian scoffed. “I know,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “He always takes everything from me.” “He's not bad.” Jimmy mumbled. “Sure,” Nylian nodded. He got up and opened the door, “Make sure to finish your breakfast.” he said before leaving. The Duke left the mansion and headed to the village. He wanted to go to the library to buy a book about the Dark Creatures. He was planning to give it to Jimmy so that he understands how much danger they are and why he can never beat them.

Holding her face up, she spoke, her callous voice enveloping the room, “You’re right certainly, Duke Conrad. Of course, I don’t know you and I don’t plan to. I am quite sure nothing benefits me from knowing you.” “Ah...” The Duke’s coarse voice rumbled through the air. “But of course! Just as Garlow had said. You’re truly a jewel in the rough. A perfect rose among the wither.” The Duke stopped inches apart from her and then began to touch the delicate softness of her cheeks to Lianne’s chagrin. She quickly brushed his hand away and in response, the Duke caught a grip on her wrist and pulled her close to him. His bearded mouth was close to her ear when he spoke. “And I won’t regret having you

the Duke whose name was Luther said. "Duke Luther, I'm flattered and it's nice to see you too after a very long time" Master Damien replied and they shook hands. "Who is this gorgeous lady beside you, do not tell me this is your wife Damien," Duke Luther said and master Damien laughed lightly then grasp Galene's hands. "Of course Luther this gorgeous lady standing before you is my jewel" master Damien introduced. "I must say you have eyes for good things, she's sure an angel you grabbed to yourself alone," Duke Luther said.