Arven X Juliana Novels & Stories

When she turned, she bent over with one hand in the air trying to catch her breath. “You could have just walked here you know?” Kiana teased. “I’m very capable of running. Thank you very much.” Juliana said as she stood and walked to Kiana with a smug look on her face that screamed ‘I’ve found something!’ “Right. Now, what problem do we have that is bigger than getting rid of Daniel and Anna?” Kiana leaned forward as her previous confrontations tried to push forward. Especially the memory of when Arthur pressed her against the wall hit her like a wave, but she buried them back down.

Before fear learned her name. “She hated that painting,” Victor muttered. “Said it watched her.” A slow clap echoed from the hallway. “Well,” a voice drawled, smooth as poison, “she was right.” He stepped into the light like he owned it. Julian Cross. Tall. Dark-haired. Calm in a way that made my skin crawl. His eyes locked onto me instantly—and stayed there. “Hello, Ariana,” he said warmly. “You look just like her.” I didn’t move. “Where is my mother?”

He was one of the fewest witches who were associated with werewolves. “That’s not all, he says they know what she’s called. She’s like a key to something and he wants to see her.” There, Andre interjected. “Taking her to Fergil might be a bad idea, I don’t like him.” “I have to. I have just been told I can’t be with Avara and yet, I’m still getting drawn to her. If I can’t reject her, I have to make her reject me. And I’ll gladly accept.”

I wouldn't ever admit this to anyone but I was kind of looking forward to seeing her around now. "Good Morning, Martha! Good Morning, Kayden. I'm sorry I'm late." Aviana says in a rushed tone as she settles down beside me. She has her hair up in a messy bun but a few strands are left to frame her sweet and delicate face. She is wearing light grey skinny jeans, a black tank top with her name written on the back and 'The Band' written on the front and black heeled-boots. "Good Morning, Aviana." I say with a smile on my face. This girl is changing me. I'm not a person who smiles a lot. Or at all.

Archer was telling Avery to leave and Avery had his ass leaning against the hood of his car. “I've told you already I'm not leaving without her, not this time. My men should be here any minute we will get her one way or another,” “You think us Lycans are afraid of a few men with guns? Think again all you're going to do is cause a blood bath to have your ‘Men’ Die,” Archer tells him. Avery laughs. “I guess I know who's side your on,” Archer shakes his head. “You're my son Avery, I love you but I can't let your people come shoot up Isla palace so that you can take Whitney and run off to only Goddess knows where. She's getting married,”

“I guess I’m going to be arrested in this kingdom for being a wolf.” “This is wrong,” Octava said, turning to the officer. “Unhand them immediately.” The officer tried to pull off his aura as I scoffed. Then he looked at me. “Are you seriously laughing? You think this is a laughing matter?” I shook my head. “No, but you flaring up your aura in front of the princess of the lycans is laughable, especially since my beta’s aura is stronger than yours. Now tell me, what do you think the princess’s aura is going to flare like?”

Behind him, Valeria walked unhurriedly, like a queen who had just claimed her throne, wearing a subtle smirk of victory meant for Elena’s eyes only. Julian halted at the edge of the crowd. His eyes locked onto Elena standing frozen in front of the lab door, cornered right across from Arthur in a cheap setup. "Julian..." Elena called softly. A stupid, fleeting flicker of hope sparked in her chest—hoping he’d stand up and fight for the truth. She searched his eyes, looking for even a trace of guilt, accountability for last night, or protection from this vicious slander. But Julian just stood there like a statue. He glanced back and forth between Elena and Arthur, his jaw clenched so tight the

He’d shown his mate that he trusted her judgement. Signalling to the brothers, he slowly left the cover of the trees and started to cross the open space. He couldn’t rush things until he was close enough to see what was going on, and only then would this Julius human meet his end. But there was a scream. A loud snap and crushing sound. And the scent of blood filled the air, getting thicker by the second. By the time they surrounded the cabin to watch the warriors’ final breaths, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind just how powerful Ava was. Her aura rippled against his skin like a lover’s touch, but he was aware he was the only one whose whole body hardened with the urge to get closer to all

that was so sarcastic, Ava gave a sad smile which she returned. “Yeah. I met Brad through a friend. He’s a medical doctor and he stays in Breuckelen. At first, it was all lovey-dovey. The love and care were mind-blowing. I just don’t know what happened now.” she kept hissing and sniffling. “Usually, it starts well. The ride gets sweet. Tell me everything, please.” Ava grabbed Olivia’s hands and held them together. “Remember when I told you I was traveling home?” Olivia wiped her face, Ava smiled and shook her head. “It was him I went to see. I traveled to Breuckelen to see him.”

Can I take the day off? He replied instantly: [See a doctor. Rest up.] Perfect. 2 PM. Le Bernardin. I wore a blue dress with flawless makeup. Julian was even better than I pictured. Blonde, blue-eyed, the classic all-American heartthrob with a clean, sunny smile. "Hi, Aria." He stood up and pulled out my chair. "I’m Julian Romano." "Hi." I sat down, sizing up the man who could change my life. He was just about to speak when I felt an icy glare on my back.