The Lithromantic Duke Novels & Stories

the man said while huffing his pipe. A blond haired man leaned down at to get a fleeting glance of white hair, which disappeared into the door below. "That.... she is Miss Eloise Ayles, her father Harem Ayles a small viscount passed away recently so they are moving to their mother's home town in your duchy. What you don't know about that? What kind of a Duke are you, huh?" he jokingly said. "hmmm, she seems silly," he whispered, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

She despised it with every fiber of her being. “Do not dare test my patience, Dominic Windsor,” the grand duke hissed, his icy presence chilling the very air. The room fell silent as a bone-chilling aura engulfed all. Trembling with fear, they watched as the duke’s iron grip tightened around her, leaving her no choice but to sink her teeth into his flesh with all her might. Blood spilled and, fueled by desperation, she broke free, sprinting towards the knights of Adelstein. “Bravo, child,” the grand duke of Adelstein praised, his voice filled with praises.

The warriors held the door open for the duke as he hauled the red-face, muffling chameleon until the first glass wall came into view, where he slammed the hunter against. Larson groaned as Greg held him up by jabbing his claws through the hunter’s collar, feeling the tips meeting the glass surface while Larson screamed and muffled a line of curses. Deciding to improvise instead of going ahead with the initial method to end the bastard, Greg made their eyes fuse before smirking darkly, relishing in the hunter’s weakened state. Without warning, the duke crushed Larson’s elbows and ankles, broke his limbs, watched him take bated breaths and turn pale, about to pass out. Right before he did, Gre

Liam sneered, "Can the nature of my presence here be the same as yours?" "Nature?" Lana retorted sarcastically, "We have to distinguish the nature of coming here?" "That's right!" Liam had no intention of letting Lana off. "Who doesn't know that today, the Snyder family will choose a duchess from the young women here? Haven't you also harbored thoughts of becoming the duchess?" So, Liam thought she was here for the same reason as other women, to become the Duchess of Balany? Lana burst into laughter instantly. "Liam, I finally understand what they mean by 'a guilty conscience needs no accuser'!"

The servants watched in silence, flinching every time the duke hit one of the knights until every one of the men was on the floor, motionless. Since he married Magnolia, the duke had become way nicer and calmer. Everyone in the castle had almost forgotten that he had held the nicknames of Cold-Hearted Duke and Cold Blooded Warrior for years. This was a reminder of who Daniel Van Konigl truly was. Every single servant in the room was trembling. “Let me be clear, if anything happens to Geoffrey, everyone will pay for it,” Daniel spat. “Everyone.” He was out of breath and his hands were shaking from all the emotions.

Duke Andrew couldn't fulfill his promise to Ariana, or protect the Sigmund Kingdom as the Duke of Alison anymore. “Your … Grace ….” When Duke Andrew heard James' voice, the light returned to those dull eyes as he tried to look up, though his body was no longer moving. Not far from his body, James was trying to crawl toward him. Every time the man advanced, a stream of blood shot out of one of his missing arms. James crawled at a very slow pace until he finally arrived in front of the Duke. “Please forgive me … Because I can't protect you or help you to keep your promise with Lady Aria.”

Then she sighed and looked back at the other nobles. "The eleventh Duke stated in the will that I shall be married in order to be a legitimate successor, is that correct?" she repeated. Everyone looked at one another before confirming it with a nod of their heads. "Indeed, Your Grace," Lord Albert said. "That is what it's said." And just like that, Violet Wintour said something that even her secretary couldn't have predicted. "Then so be it." ~*~

"I was only following orders, Grand Duke." "Then I’m ordering you to answer me." "Hmph! You aren't my master." A heavy hush choked the room, broken only by the steady drip of water from an archaic pipe. Kaelus was just about to draw the dagger from his waist when a raw, cracking voice broke the deadlock from the end of the row. "Lancaster," the man on the far right whispered, his voice trembling. "The Duke took the lady to Lancaster." "Shut your mouth, damn it!" the scarred knight barked in a fury, suddenly lunging to kick his treacherous comrade. "The Duke will—"

Grimm had returned. In the upper echelons of the underworld, his name was carved in whispers and sealed with blood. A man not of shadows, but the force that moved within them. Ruthless. Calculated. Unstoppable. He was the same Duke Cedric Fleming who once shook hands at royal functions and kissed aging duchesses on gloved knuckles. But this time, he wore no velvet diplomacy. Only vengeance.

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.