The Lithromantic Duke Novels & Stories

The anger he's exuding is suffocating and I wonder who this handsome Roy guy is and why my father looks scared of him. Roy smirks. “I’m here to duel for the princess.” His voice is calm and low but it sounds dangerous and it sends a shiver down my spine. It sounds strong and it resonates in the arena so powerfully, making everyone want to submit to him. Who is this man? The way everyone is looking at him warily tells me he’s not to be trifled with and I suddenly feel afraid for Benjamin. “Over my dead body! Roy, you know Lycans are prohibited from entering the kingdom!” My father’s words make my stomach knot.

Libba blushed and pointed towards the door and a pair of black bootsGodric's boots. "I'm sorry, Miss. I saw His Grace's boots and" "Never mind that, Libba. That man has an awful habit of throwing clothes about and leaving them places he shouldn't. It's no surprise he left them in my room." Managing the duke and getting him to value her above a mistress would not be easy. In order to make him fall in love with her enough to marry her, she'd have to figure out what made him tick.

"I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy." "The real deal?" I laughed so hard I cried. "Francis, your dad wiped out my family, drugged me up, and made me your personal hitman. He kept me alive after he bit the dust, thinking that as long as I was doped up, I'd be your sharpest blade. And now you're talking about being real? Are you sure you can handle the real me?" He clamped onto my wrist, his grip iron-strong. "Haven't I treated you right all these years?"

Before he could say anything, Liliane drilled both of her knuckles on her husband's temples. "Mercy! Darling, it hurts!" He wailed. "I am sleepy. Yet, you still dare to dilly-dally in front of the stairs? Hohoho, Knight, to think you are so bold, are you that eager to spend your night at the horse's stable? Is that right?" Horror marred Duke Arklight's face. He immediately hugged his wife's thin waist, abandoning his image, and without qualm, begged her for amnesty. "No, no, my darling. You misunderstood! Let's go. You must be tired. Let's me massage your shoulders." Duke Arklight expertly massaged Liliane's shoulders in an attempt to appease her anger.

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

"So tell me all the details, did you all succeed in killing Victor and putting his house on fire?" Derius, the duke of Maxwell duchy, said to one of the shadow knights he ordered – who was kneeling and bowing in front of the duke’s back. The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café

she mumbled and wanted to ask more questions when the Duke and Duchess of Lyria walked towards them. "She's more beautiful than I ever imagined,Your highness." Duchess Amberie smiled softly at Lia who stood up and bowed in respect for the Duke and Duchess.. "It's an honor to meet you both."she said politely and the Duke was truly impressed... "No, it's an honor to have you in Lyria, Your highness." Duke smiled at her.. "I hope he isn't being a puckering Old Wolf?" The Duchess asked and Damian glared at them.. Lia couldn't hold back her giggle and shook her head..

He just didn’t know what it was yet. There was a double knock and the door opened, letting in the light from the corridor into his dark room. A female Lycan dressed in some very revealing lingerie stood seductively by his doorframe. She threw the Duke a coquettish smile and asked, “You coming, your Grace?” “Not tonight, Livia. Get out.” He snapped, annoyed that Livia interrupted him when he was thinking about Lucianne. Livia faked a pout, “But I didn’t see anyone else here to keep you company tonight. Won’t you feel lonely?”

Noah is indeed not suitable for ruling over werewolf races,' I smirked. Sade kicked Duke Perriere to move inside the prison. " Hey... Marquis de Sade, how can you be so disrespectful? Don't you know Loren is a traitor of the Bliaviroth empire?" " Hah? The traitor is his majesty, not leader Loren," Sade immediately denied the charges of Duke and continued kicking him until Perriere kneeled down in front of me. Squatting beside Duke Perriere, I held his face in my right hand. Forcing him to look into my eyes I softly said, " Do you know these knights ?"

Thinking that there was a quite huge possibility that the cold-blooded butcher would buy her, Lili felt like a fishbone had been stuck in her throat. Even though the Duke looked handsome and fresh outside, it wouldn’t matter if his insides were rotten. Lili bit her lips and waited for the old lady’s reply. She hoped that the old headmistress could think of a solution for her current source of trouble. The duke. The man that had been dubbed as the ‘Butcher of the North’. She didn’t wish for a bloody duke as a sponsor, especially if the man was someone infamous for killing young ladies… like her. She wished some dragon would just swoop her away and be done with it.