Emblem Julian Hyper Novels & Stories

“I tried to stop him. He’s my sire. Old blood. Older rules.” Seras rose, flames flickering. “Start talking, pretty boy.” Julian exhaled—unnecessary, but human. “Elias didn’t come for you. He came for me.” Remy stepped forward. “Through her? That’s coward shit.” Julian met his eyes. “Exactly.” He reached into his hoodie and pulled out a ledger. Leather-bound. Edges charred. The cover was embossed with a four-point spiral—burned in, not carved.

The Elder leaned forward, his hands trembling on his cane, which seemed like a relic of its own, carved from the very heart of a storm. "Shao-mei is a ghost," the Elder whispered, his voice fragile. "She was lost to the fire of the barbarians." "She was murdered by a barbarian," Julian corrected, stepping fully into the light. He pulled a small, silver locket from his pocket the one I had seen him carry since the day we met, a constant reminder of the past that haunted him. With a practiced flick, he opened it, revealing the Lin family crest hidden behind his mother’s portrait. The emblem was a powerful symbol, a mark of heritage and destiny. "And I am the fire that survived."

Lena chuckled. “You think I would hand over something like that to her?” Julian’s frustration bubbled over. “Yes,” Lena responded, her voice twice as harsh. “You already handed over everything else. And it is not as though I meant anything to you.” Julian swallowed. For some reason, the words caused his heart to clench painfully. “I did not give her that ring. If she has it, then she took it without my knowing,” he insisted. “I don’t care how she got it, Julian. What I care about is that today, in front of my staff, your girlfriend used my past to humiliate me while wearing a symbol that once belonged to me.”

He presented her with a white envelope after bowing his head in submission, his golden eyes had a flicker of inhumanity glimmering in them. “How is everyone at your home, Julian?” To have a better relationship with her Pack fellows, Charlotte initiated the conversation with the most murderous looking warrior of the Pack. It was famous that Julian had a heart of rock like Alpha Eric, people considered him the true descendant of the Silver Moon Pack. “I have no family.”

I lied. I felt his heart beat quick as I said those words and I used all the strength I had to suppress my laughter. “Oh...” his face was bland. I guess his heart betrayed him. “ it's fine...” I sat up.“ Joel, why are you here with me? You don't even know me.” “I'm Julian” he pointed out. “that's my name.” “hm” I winced. “you can come over to my chamber tomorrow to see Emiliar” he stood up.“i have to go. Sorry for making you uncomfortable. ”

I frowned again, slipping the shirt over my head and looking up to him," sorry if I brought up a sore subject." Julian shook his head and gave a small smile," no it's fine. She was well into her crone years and lived a long, fulfilling life." He moved his hand down further and onto one that banded around his upper thigh, the symbols going down to his knee," this one is a little more complicated to explain. It enhances the magickal abilities I was naturally born with in certain ways."

"You knew this was going to happen." Julian sat across from me, his deep blue eyes calm and knowing. "I know who you are, Harper Romano. And I know all about the Sterlings." His voice was level. "Your past doesn't change the future I see for us." I froze. "You... you've known from the beginning?" "I've known since the night of the charity gala." Julian picked up his own whiskey. "Eldest daughter of the Romano family, former fiancée of the Sterling heir, the star of a scandalous wedding. That information wasn't hard to find."

I whispered, knuckles white. "Your father’s a parasite," Julian said coldly, his eyes cutting to the camera. "He wrecked my family to build his fortune. I let him think he was pulling my strings, just like I let Victoria think she trapped Christian. But truth is... I’ve been running this manifest since Zurich two years ago." Christian came closer to the screen, jaw tight, eyes locked on the navigation behind Julian. "The North Pacific coordinates. Julian, you’re not hauling weapons. What’s in those containers?"

She said nothing, so Ken pressed on. “You know as well as I do… Julian is the son of a rebel. His father raised a banner against this very crown. The stain of such blood does not wash away easily. A child of a rogue can turn rogue himself one day. It is in his nature. You should not turn a blind eye simply because you are in love, or because fate marked him as your mate.” Reina’s fingers curled against the rail. “You are speaking of a man who has stood by me when no one else would. Who has risked his life for me. That cannot be ignored either.”