Is Julius Novachrono Dead Novels & Stories

I sat close enough that my knee brushed the frame, my fingers threaded through his fingers, counting his pulse without meaning to. He was alive. The hall of crimson stone, the shouting, the blade raised high—all of it felt far away now, like a dream thinning in daylight. His face lay slack with sleep, anger and pain smoothed by exhaustion and draughts. A new scar was already forming on his shoulder, pink and raw, a mark that would stay when the rest had faded. Julius was dead. The thought landed without ceremony. I waited for satisfaction, for relief, for something sharp. What came instead was a hollow space, like a room after the furniture had been dragged out.

Greco laughed heartily and threw his head back. "Oh dear, when will you stop with your jokes, Juan? I thought that ended with, um, childhood," he said to Juan. "We both know that Giuseppe Rinaldi is dead—and has long been dead. How many years has it even been now? Up to ten years?" "Well, I’m telling you," Juan said seriously, "apparently dead men can rise from the grave." "No," Greco said, shaking his head. "You’ve got to be kidding me—or perhaps pulling my leg."

She somehow manages to get him back to his feet and leads him away, probably back to her room, while we wait for Jaeger to show up. Julius finally runs out of steam and falls face first onto the floor. His skull cracks in a puff of dust, and he thankfully loses consciousness…or dies properly, I can’t tell which is which. There’s no heartbeat, there hasn’t been one since he died. “This is fucked,” I say. “I mean, this is really fucked up.” I turn to Griffin who is staring at the emaciated corpse with tears in his eyes. “I know it is. I see them almost every day. I can feel it. Right now, Deborah is calling to me. She’s so cold and afraid and alone.”

"How did you know about her?" Bianca's voice was rough as she inquired. I dimmed my eyes in confusion, wondering why no one had ever wanted to mention Rachel Nox despite her kind attitude. "Damion told me about her. He said she died from an illness," I said. Her jaws dropped and the body scrub she clenched unto fell into the tub. "Did Damion lose his memory or what?" She gasped in shock. "Why?" "Rachel Nox was killed by rogues nineteen years ago!"

And below that, mine. Luna Eclipse. Born 2009. No death date yet. But if the pattern holds, I have less than ten years left. Maybe less than five. The thought makes me sick. I push the journal away and stand up, pacing my small room. Nova shifts in her sleep but doesn't wake. I can't just accept this. Can't just wait to die like every Eclipse before me. There has to be a way to break the curse. To survive. I return to the desk and pull out another journal. This one is written by someone named Helena Eclipse. She lived in the 1800s.

“But this predates her official appointment to the board by at least four years. How is that possible?” Damon turned, jaw clenched. “She forged her way in. This wasn’t earned, it was orchestrated”. Juliette’s brow furrowed. The second signature - Donovan Gray. Wasn’t he declared dead? Damon nodded. “Ten years ago. Car crash. No remains were recovered. Case closed within forty-eight hours”. Juliette held up the photo. “Then why is he standing next to her in this?” Before Damon could respond, a sharp knock rattled the door. Marcus Vale, Damon’s head of security and lead investigator, entered soaked from head to toe, holding a thick file wrapped in waterproof casing.

I whispered, my legs giving in as Lucius wrapped his arms around me, holding me steady as I threw a hand over my mouth. He led me back to the chair where I was sitting as they lowered his body into the grave and covered it with soil. Once they finished, they put on a headstone. Everyone walked away, leaving the eight of us standing there while Lucius held my hand. Joshua Ollie Thornicroft Snow. 18th May 1999 to 12th April 2022 Warrior. Friend. Brother. For those who never lost their souls are blessed. Thornicroft, the family that had fostered him when he was in snowpack, and my last name was his new one.

"By the way, President Flint, the investigation team finally found something strange about your car accident before." Hearing this, Julien shut the lid of the laptop and turned to look at Zach. His voice was frighteningly cold. "Who was it?" "I'm not sure, but what's certain is that it's the same person who killed the late Master twelve years ago," Zach replied. Julien clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked and the veins on the back of his hand stood up. Twelve years ago, his father went abroad on a business trip and was killed in a hotel suite.

Why? “Oh, you didn’t hear? I’m kind of surprised since you reside in the palace…” Scott replied with a deeper frown. “Lewis had him put to death a couple weeks ago. I heard he was tortured for several days before he was finally executed. Something about a past grievance that went unsettled for too long is what I was told.” I knew without a doubt why Novo died. It was revenge for protecting me all those years ago. He’s getting even… I dropped my head and stared at the ground as he spoke. This is my fault!

"They slit my brother's tires, set fire to my flat, and leaked false embezzlement documents to Interpol. I was erased in a matter of days." She leaned back in her chair, eyes hard. "I spent the next ten years rebuilding. Underground. Watching." Bella exhaled. "So you've been waiting for this moment." "No," Inez replied. "I've been dreading it." --- Later that evening, the Cathedral team gathered for a confidential briefing. Riven leaned over the table, frowning. "Nova's latest target was Julian Roth - a whistleblower from Eastern Bloc intelligence. He was found unconscious. No marks, no drugs, just... broken."