Emblem Julian Hyper Novels & Stories

"Look at the tattoo on your chest, Julian. Tell everyone what it means." He instinctively covered his chest, then, as if to prove a point, ripped open his shirt. The iris tattoo was still there, but it had been altered. A high-definition close-up appeared on the screen beside him. Where the heart of the flower should have been… was a small, sharp dagger. The Rosso family crest. A collective gasp swept through the pews. "No… that's not possible…" Julian stared down at his own chest, as if seeing the change for the very first time.

Then he spoke, “The upside down wolf skull is a symbol of the underground organization. I didn’t know someone would… tattoo themselves with it.” The producers seemed uncertain. God knew what the camera feeds were actually capturing. No one seemed to know what to do. Julian cleared his throat as he stepped toward the center of the stage. With his confident swagger, he claimed the attention of everyone in the room, including the cameramen. “How odd, uncle,” Julian said. “Why in the world would you have a symbol of the underground organization tattooed on your chest? Surely you’ve heard that obtaining such a mark is a rite of passage for any new members of the organization…”

"You forgot who you are, Julian? You are a former Alpha who was almost crushed to death because he threw away his own woman. Now you are demanding ownership rights?" Julian rose to his feet. His physique was twice as large and dense due to previous mutations stabilized by Vane Corporation’s forbidden science. The killing aura of an ancient predator radiated from him. "I threw her away because I was blind. And that blindness has been paid in full with my right eye. Now... I am back to reclaim what I should never have let go."

Suddenly, he understood. "No!" he roared, lunging at Julian. "I don't accept this! I am the Don! I order you to attack him!" He turned to his own men, screaming. "Fire! Kill him! That's an order!" But no one moved. Julian slowly raised his right hand. The sun glinted off a ring on his finger. It was a black ring, carved with an ancient, intricate crest. I recognized it. The symbol of the Capo di tutti i capi—the boss of all bosses.

“Are you related to this artifact or anything?” It wasn’t a normal inquiry. It was a suspicion. “Yes,” Shadow affirmed it. Juviana trudged toward her while dragging the half-dead Julian. “Yes, Shadow? I am at your service.” Miley also leaned in when Shadow beckoned her to. “Do you know what this is?” Shadow started. Naturally, eyes shifted to Julian. “Julian.” Juviana kicked his butt. “Ye– yes. I know.” Julian had to answer. Only his eyes were swollen but his mouth was fine. “This is the artifact from Safani lent by Bulteo.”

The reporters began to whisper, the cameras zooming in on the red line. “Julian isn’t the ‘Pure’ heir,” I said, turning to him. His face had gone deathly pale, the smirk finally, completely gone. “He’s a high-fidelity biological clone. A ‘Product’ designed by Silas and Beatrice to be the perfect replacement. And like all products, he has a shelf life. He is the one with the ‘Vermon Decay.’ Not my son. Not my baby.” “You’re lying!” Julian screamed, lunging for the podium. “That’s a fabrication! I am the son! I am the blood!”

Behind her, the new wolves—ragged, patched, bearing no true alpha’s scent—watched like feral dogs still deciding whether to kneel or bite. He met Emilia’s gaze. “He’s not Victor anymore.” Silence. Then, chaos. “How do we know that’s not you?” one wolf snarled, rising to his feet. “You served him. You bled for him.” Julian didn’t flinch. He only pulled down the collar of his shirt—revealing the burned sigil etched into his chest. It writhed faintly beneath his skin. Not magic. Not devotion. A curse.

She then gave it to Juliana with her shaking hands. Juliana took over the amulet, which was covered with her body temperature, pus, and blood. The amulet was made up of obsidian stone and was carved into the shape of the God of Mercy. There were words carved on the back of it. Juliana recognized the amulet. Hilda always had it with her. She could feel the words carved at the back, Damien. "Keep your own belongings." Juliana started the car as she said. "No.." Hilda shook her head difficultly.

It was so cold his limbs couldn’t help but twitch lightly. Buzz! Julian summoned Kylin Flame and wrapped it around his body, preventing himself from taking any damage. Julian had long been unable to bear Alex’s insults but knew that, as of now, there was nothing he could do about Alex. In desperation, he had no choice but to beat around the bush. “A request. I request a truce. Brat, which sect’s expert are you? You possess such a powerful ice attribute technique even though you’re so young. Could you be a favored disciple from the Snow Flower Shrine? I am Julian Fourcade from the ancient noble Fourcade family of the Eastern Plain. My family is acquainted with your Snow Flower Shrine, so you’