Is Julian Legend In Caraval Novels & Stories

He abandoned his post and took all the elite guards with him. In my past life, I cared too much about Julian. I was terrified he'd be punished and lose his shot at becoming Clan Lord. So I instantly force-triggered the mate bond. I summoned him to my side. He saved Progenitor Lucius. That glory got him a High Council seat, the Lord title, and endless wealth. But later, Julian called me vain. He decided I was a manipulator who got Lilah killed just to use him. He burned me and our newborn to ashes.

“That’s not all. Someone—close to the family—fed him lies. Made him believe you’d moved on with me almost immediately. That the letters you sent through me were… intercepted or twisted. Victor implied you’d betrayed him, using our friendship as proof. He wanted Dare focused, unburdened by some ‘maid’s daughter’ who didn’t fit the legacy. I tried to counter it, Isla. I swear I did. But Victor’s reach is absolute.” The revelation hit like a fresh wound. Partial truths, maybe, but they explained the venom in Dare’s eyes—the way he looked at me like I’d driven the knife myself. My chest tightened. “Why are you telling me this now?” “Because I love you,” Julian said simply, his dark eyes intense.

It seemed like he, too, was going through the same battle as me. A brush of cold air which had my locks of my hair flying into my face broke whatever moment Sylvain and I were sharing. I sharply turned my attention away from him only for it to land on two vampires who sat beside my father—a male and a female. I had seen them before. Julian was the King of Vampires. His white eyes were the most unique set I had ever seen. Until I saw his mate and realized that her eyes were the closest thing to liquid gold. Lilith sat beside Julian with her hand firmly on his knee and a daring look in her eyes. I knew what that look meant.

"That is a lie! She's unstable!" A voice roared from the bottom of the steps. My heart seized. Through the crowd, Julian was pushing his way forward, flanked by his own security team. His gold mask from the gala was gone, replaced by a face pale with unadulterated fury and desperation. His tie was slightly askew, the pristine facade of the Vance legacy cracking in real-time before the eyes of the entire city. "Evelyn!" Julian shouted, stopping at the base of the stairs as Killian’s security detail formed a seamless wall of black suits, blocking his advance. "Don't do this! He’s manipulating you! She’s pregnant, the stress is making her delusional—"

He felt though he knew nothing and understood nothing and he was too tired to try and figure it out on his own, so when everyone left he summoned julian. Julian appeared just like that, out of thin air. “Your highness.” He bowed deeply. Lucian wasn’t sure what to ask him and he didn’t trust him either. “Julian?” “Yes your highness?” “Is it possible for someone to see through my disguise?” “No Your Highness. Even I can’t see through…unless you want me to.” Lucian thought for a moment. Could it be that without knowing he had wanted her to see him? And even if she saw the real him, how could she know him when he didn’t know her? She had even called him her husband.

I have to stay until I can prove it. But how do you prove the sun is hot to a man who has decided the world is made of ice. As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew more boisterous. Julian was toasted a dozen times. "To the continuation of the bloodline!" they shouted. "To the next King of the Empire!" Valentina played the part of the glowing mother-to-be perfectly. She leaned into Julian, her head on his shoulder, occasionally casting a triumphant glance toward Elian whenever he passed by. She knew. She knew the blood tests were being manipulated. She knew the agony she was putting him through.

"But the price is your pureblood, Julian." Hearing that, Aldous turned deathly pale and collapsed. Julian, on the other hand, looked like he just heard the most ridiculous joke. "No vampire can strip a Lord of his pureblood!" "Oh, really? Then you're in for a treat today. Let me show you what a descendant of the First Vampires can do." I stepped forward and pressed my hand flat against his chest, right over his beating heart. I murmured a forbidden blood-curse. No bright lights. No flashy magic. Just pure, ancient darkness.

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."

"I have always admired your self-control. That wasn't you at all. "I think pretending it never occurred was simpler for all of us, wasn't it?" Caroline's grey eyes looked intently at her face. But I never ceased wondering if Julian took more than just your blood from you in that crypt. If so, what else may account for your continuing affections for him? Your blatant unwillingness to get married.

“Regardless of your history with your brother, Evelyn is a member of this family now. She is Lucien’s wife, and she will be treated with respect at this table. I won’t have her insulted because you two can’t behave like adults.” Julian raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, though the glint in his eyes didn’t fade. “Of course, Mother. My apologies to the happy couple.” He turned his gaze back to Evelyn, leaning forward just an inch. The warmth of the room seemed to vanish. “I’m just surprised, that’s all,” Julian said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that everyone could still hear. “After how much time Lucien spent with Isabella Vance before the wedding, I assumed he