Viscount Vs Duke Novels & Stories

"Crap! Sorry. Please continue." "So there was this Prince, who had two older sisters. One day, the eldest was asked by another prince from a different kingdom to marry him. Since she accepts she had no choice but to leave the throne to the second eldest sister. The Prince had a friend, a duke. A duke is another royal, but not like the king and queen. Their sons and daughters are the one who will take the throne if there aren't any heirs to another kingdom. They are also good candidates when the king is looking for someone to be betrothed to his son/daughter too. Dukes for males and Duchess for females."

A massive aura emitted, completely exposing his rank. The hall began to shake, the elders fell silent, and the servants prostrated. The Viscount was an A-rank warrior at his best! A force that could rival a Count's!

The final contestants to enter the stage battle will be the Duke, Emma, Elton, and the poor Kal. Even if the power between the rankings was awfully biased towards the Duke and the other powerful competitors, everyone knew that the most terrific opponent of them all was the Duchess. Not only she possessed impressive magic, but she was the wife of the most dangerous man on the continent, the Great Duke of Avalor, and the mightiest dragon of the younger generation. However, even if she was his wife, it didn't mean that he cared for her as much, but the displays of love the past few hours were enough to make everyone realize one thing, the Duke was head over heels for his wife.

His assistant, a quiet man known only as Veyren, stood at his shoulder, eyes scanning every movement with a spy’s precision. “…It’s time,” Duke Edmond said, swirling the wine lazily. “The boy prince plays at being king while his father fades behind velvet curtains. And now he’s chasing ghosts—charming that McMayer girl instead of preparing for war. He’s a distraction to himself. A liability to the realm.”

Duke Michael de Vesilios was the Duke of the Vesilios Kingdom. The Vesilios family were huge, but it had been ages since the duke had reached out to any of his family members. The only one he had in his huge manor was his wife and Omega, Duchess Imelda de Vesilios and his staff who were all members of his pack. The Alpha had left his family when he had turned into a real Alpha and set out to create a pack of his own.

All the king could do was allow these two powerful men to have their way – at least until the predicted time of invasion had passed. “What? You don’t like her because she had you licking the floor?” Sir Blunt mocked mercilessly. They may be on the same side, but his dislike for the Duke hadn’t waned in the slightest. “Just answer the question!” Duke Essandor gritted his teeth in annoyance as he turned red from anger. He was trying hard to forget what had happened two days ago, yet Sir Blunt had been doing his utmost best to remind him of the embarrassment he had been subjected to when Goddess Alexis had revealed herself to the Northern Empire’s hierarchy.

He even commented while shaking his head side to side. Rig is one of his right hand like Duke, but unlike Duke, Rig knows how to keep his common sense in him. He's a guy that you would take as a person who would live to bully everyone in his way, when in fact it's only Duke he lives to make fun of. And Duke, everyone will know and knows that he's somewhat stupid, most of the time but a very reliable one. He lives research and being praised by everyone and so his best is always with him.

"Thank you so much, Sir! I will be sure to return--" "Your Grace." He corrected me. "Huh?" "Have you been living under a rock?" The Duke? As his carriage whizzed past me, blood flooded my cheeks as the realization dawned. In my dazed stupor, I had managed to miss the most crucial detail. He was handsome, yes, far more captivating than the simpering Campbell princes. He didn't need the ostentatious gold armor of fairytales; he carried himself with an air of quiet power.

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

The other man in the chamber, the Duke, shifted. Victor’s eyes found him next. And froze. Tall. Cold. Perfect. Wrapped in black and silver military garb, broad-shouldered, gloved hands folded behind his back. Duke Aaron of Thornveil looked carved from moonlight, silver hair, high cheekbones, sharp eyes as pale as storm glass. He wasn’t just Victor’s type. He was the type. The one Victor only hired in fantasy. The one he’d never have the balls to approach. And right now, he was standing there… glaring down at him.