Is Julius Evil Black Clover Novels & Stories

That did it. The sky turned black in an instant. Zach was no longer sprawled on the grass but now standing straight, oozing this dreadful miasma. Julia can feel the pain, but the sight of sky black, crimson, and dark violet in color was something, not even the pain can make her forget. To top it all off, she suddenly found it hard to breathe. This is no longer Titan's power but Zach's.

"My Luna, Juniper." "There are reports, Sterling," Silas continues, his sightless eyes appearing to look right through Juniper’s sweater. "Reports of a black-bloom outbreak on your lands. An outbreak that was neutralized not by fire or prayer, but by... a spray bottle?" A few of the younger Alphas in the room chuckle, a sound like dry leaves.

His dark red eyes reflected in the gloom like a ghostly lantern leading them through hell. Evelyn watched him, her heart a mixture of fresh rage and a trembling something deeper than memory. “You disappeared for three days, Lucien. Do you know what happened at the chapel?” she asked, her tone sharp but a little shaken. Lucien did not look back. He answered quietly: “I know. And I know who ordered the ‘Purge.’ The Black Blood is no longer only a curse, Evelyn. It is a weapon the Guild wants to recreate.” “They already have,” Adrian cut in. “Dr. Alaric’s cloning bio-soldiers. That blood… it’s no longer natural.”

The entire ballroom erupted into gasps. Chloe stood over him, her chest heaving, her palm stinging with a beautiful, radiant pain. She slowly raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over the shocked faces of the elite. And there, leaning casually against a velvet-roped pillar in the darkest corner of the room, she found him. Julian Blackwood. The undisputed king of the underworld tech syndicate and Liam’s most terrifying rival. He was clad in an immaculate, pitch-black suit, holding a tumbler of amber liquid. His obsidian eyes were locked onto Chloe. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't disgusted.

His right arm had been replaced by a pulsating claw of void-construct, and behind him stood an army of Void-Soldiers—men and wolves twisted into mindless killing machines. “I told you, Caleb,” Julian’s voice was a metallic rasp, amplified by the mask. “You can drop me from a building, but you can’t kill what is already dead. The Order of the Black Sun remade me. Better. Stronger. And very, very angry.” He raised his void-claw, pointing it at Scarlett. “Hand over the Witch. The Master needs her soul to open the final gate. Do that, and I might let your pathetic little pack live as slaves.”

thought the newt, not daring to look up at his father while he vented his anger. “This worm began to tell how in her youth Erida fell in love with him, and then could not come to terms with their separation and sailed into the depths of Sombra, where she mutated. Can you imagine something like that? The daughter of a king and a mutant.” Chaos was silent. “Father, that's not what I came for. The current washed a bosy into the grotto of the Black Cliff. It’s Geras.” Ereb raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his head and put down the papers, as if not believing what he had heard.

*Have you forgotten what getting close to you cost him? “I can’t do this,” I whispered, shutting my eyes, torn and desperate. Dominic’s voice cut through the storm. “Listen to me, Julia. What happened to Evan—it wasn't your fault. But the Darklord? He’s already got a vessel; he’s not coming for me.” His words brushed against the raw ache within me, but his touch was like fire, his lips grazing my neck, leaving a trail of heat along my skin.

It incinerated the dark, twisted sorcery that held his mutated body together. ‎ ‎Julius thrashed, held in place by my grip. His skin began to crack. Beams of pure violet light shot out from his chest, his eyes, his mouth. ‎ ‎"No!" he wailed, his voice breaking into human terror. "I am Julius Blackwood! I am the Alpha of Alphas!" ‎ ‎"You are dust," I finished. ‎ ‎I closed my hand into a fist. ‎ ‎The light contracted. ‎ ‎BOOM.

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

Zayden’s P.O.V. “That official Julius is the God of fate? How is it even possible?” My feral brain refused to accept this suddenly revealed identity, even though his Celestial aura and authority suggested otherwise. The official Julius was the one who knelt before King Edgar for my life and asked my dad to be cautious. Then how could he mask his evil intentions and play with my life mercilessly? The sound of bone cracking slithered into my ears, snapping me out of the daze, Blitzer howled at the top of his lungs.