Emblem Julian Hyper Novels & Stories

Zikmund finally succeeded in his endeavor to find Julian in a group photograph. He glanced up at Jessie and Hestia, both of whom had their arms crossed and were looking down at him, and let out a nervous laugh "Julian doesn't talk to us much. He's a medical equipment specialist and a bit of an oddball in his thinking. He's like a lone wolf, and he didn't like to talk to anyone except Hesper." Although the photo had been taken some years ago, Hestia could still vaguely make out Julian's facial features, and he looked the exact same as the person she remembered.

She tapped her index finger against the armrest. "Strike him." Julian had been raised to be the next Alpha of the Pei Pack. Since he was a pup, his talent had been undeniable; at thirteen, his painting of a soaring hawk had stunned the Capital. He was the golden boy, destined for the Council, supported by the Great Packs. The Beta Prime, Marcus, had even betrothed his daughter Celia to him, seeing his limitless potential. He was a porcelain vase in a world of stones. A single scratch on him usually sent the healers into a panic.

"Here. It’s not much, but it’s enough to get you to the next trade-post. You saved us a winter of freezing, Mechanic." Julian looked at the pouch, then pushed it back. "Keep it. Buy some seeds from the next caravan. Tell them you want the 'Tokyo Hybrid.' It grows better in this soil." The captain looked at him, a flicker of recognition in her eyes—not of his face, but of his spirit. "Who are you, really?" Julian looked at Clara, who was walking toward him, her face tired but her smile radiant. "I'm a man heading home," Julian said.

They are all my ancestors, but only one of them matters. I stop in front of the largest portrait. Duke Julian. He stands in a field of dark velvet, his eyes so sharp they seem to cut through the canvas. He is beautiful in a way that feels dangerous. His lips are pulled into a slight, arrogant smirk, and his hand rests on the hilt of a sword as if he’s just waiting for a reason to draw it. The legends say he was a monster of a man, a hedonist who broke every law of God and nature. Looking at him now, my skin prickles. I’ve spent my life reading about men like him, trapped in a modern world that feels too clean, too quiet. I want to feel something real. Even if it ruins me.

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

J U L I A N “Julian. This is your sweetie, your mate. Well, good news. My mother just confirmed I was born and bred for one thing. Becoming your mate. I guess my father is one of you. He was given a special honor in creating a hybrid. My scientific mind has to wonder why. Oh, yes. I guess my identity could be a secret? Maybe your great council was told or had premonitions of the fact werewolves would try and destroy the world.”

Just as everyone and the Lycans were panicking to avoid the rain of fire arrows, Julian threw the fireball in his hand. [Inferna] WHOOSH! Unlike what Heinrich thought, it was true that the fireball shot towards him, but not at him. Beside him, stood Ezekiel, the Crown Prince of the Euclase Empire– This was the idea that Julian had in his head when he saw Heinrich's and Ezekiel's arrival. To restore his honour, restore his great name and write him down in history, he would be the key figure who started the war. By killing the Crown Prince of Euclase.

"If they get you to the Door, Evelyn — if they use your blood to break the seal — they’ll unleash hell." Another roar echoed through the woods, closer now. Evelyn tore herself free again. Her heart was hammering so hard she thought it might burst. "And Julian?" she shouted. "Where does he fit into this?" Lucian’s face twisted with something close to sorrow. "Julian was the first attempt," he said quietly. "The first hybrid. A soldier bred for war, too unstable to control." He met her gaze, unflinching. "They locked him away, just like the Door. But he woke up — and now he thinks the only way to stop the Circle... is to burn everything down."

But unlike my Father's emblem, which was printed in gold, these emblems were dark purple. They were Lucian's emblem. I squinted as one of the choppers landed on the ship. A tall, dark figure jumped out of the chopper and landed on the deck steadily. I recognized that it was Jalin.

Claire let out a small gasp, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to find her balance. They were now eye level. Julian stared at her with a hunger he no longer bothered to hide. Claire could feel the hard muscles of his body pressing against her skin. Her heart raced so fast it felt as though it might leap from her chest. "Do you still want to talk about that badge?" Julian asked, tracing her lips with his finger. Claire tried to find the remnants of her sanity. She saw the diplomatic badge still lying inside the open safe behind Julian. It was tangible proof that he was someone of high authority. But at this moment, Julian’s gaze was more intimidating than any badge in the world