Is Julius Novachrono Dead Novels & Stories

"You are Zendedari, brother to Enoch. I heard you were dead." "That is the story going around," Zen assented warily. "You have no memory of me? I am Julius, brother to Aidan. I have been away these last long years. The far-off mountains, the places without people, are my home." "The last I heard, you were fighting wars in distant lands." "When the mood is upon me, I fight where it is needed," Julius agreed. "I see you do also. The vampire lies dead, and you are pale beyond imagination."

Julius, the once untouchable leader of the Divine Alchemists, was cut down just like that by Andrew. Julius struggled to speak, staring at Andrew as he rasped, "Y-You…" Then his eyes rolled back, and he died completely. Andrew walked over step by step, his face completely expressionless. He yanked Godslayer out of Julius' body, and only then did the corpse finally collapse to the ground. The tall, imposing frame had lost every trace of life. Monty swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. Byron was killed, and now Julius, the famed leader of the Divine Alchemists, had also fallen by Andrew's hand.

“No, you don’t have the chance to anymore because you’ll die here with the South Regent’s subordinate, Julius, and I was never here. I don’t know anything about what happened here today.” George immediately understood everything. He stumbled backward, unable to accept the truth. He was fooled, and Nico was the real problem. Julius had been right all along. However, it was too late. Now, they were both in Nico’s hands, and Julius had been shot in the chest, his injury severe. If he could not get medical treatment in time, he would not survive much longer.

Moreover, he couldn’t do anything inside the formation in Pompeii. His phantom was demolished before the Divine Fetus had completely perished, no less. Pop! The phantom disappeared, along with a bubble popping sound. Before he vanished, he was glaring at Alex with a chilling glare. *** In the end, Julius died an absolutely horrifying death. Julius was a prodigy within the new generation in the Lunula Sect. He was also expected to become a deity-master as well. If they wanted to think bigger, he might even become a Heavenly Emperor. Yet despite all this, he wound up dead in these Wastelands.

No heartbeat. Riccardo Romano is gone.

"If I had five minutes before I died, I'd run to Whitmore's office and die in her chair." Jon blinked. Moses turned and walked away. The next morning, the academy's speakers crackled to life, announcing the tragic news: Jon Mitchell had taken his own life in grief over Julia Summers' death. But what they didn't announce was where he was found– Seated in Principal Whitmore's large chair, cigarette between his lips, eyes closed. House Six listened in silence, unmoved. Thornecrest Academy was locked down, the echoes of Julia and Jon's deaths still reverberating through the halls.

He died too quickly. Valentina hoped exposing my hand in his death would spruce the need for revenge in Martino, it was a miscalculation on her part, I’m certain Martino danced for joy when he heard of Julio’s passing, a distant cousin who had hopes of inheriting zilch in this lifetime as long as julio had breath in his lung and retained his influence, ended up dead, his living daughter, disappeared off the surface of the earth. Yeah, he probably whipped out his dick and stroked off a quick one in excitement. That didn’t mean I trusted him to be on my side.

“But life doesn't give a damn. His mother did not leave. The fall of the fathers empire claimed her life. They claim she committed suicide. From grief perhaps, perhaps out of guilt.” “And his brother?” I said in a whisper. Greta gave a shrug. “Some say he died. Others claim that he vanished. Nobody is certain. Julio returned by himself. Changed. No longer ill, no longer feeble. Darkness was second nature to him.” I caught my breath in my throat.

Just as Tyr was enjoying quality time with his daughter, his phone suddenly rang. Lately, Tyr would be on edge whenever he heard a phone ring, because he knew a storm was brewing. So, every time his phone rang, he knew that it wouldn’t be anything good. However, the person who called this time was Torbert Octavius. Tyr got up and walked over to the balcony before pressing the ‘answer’ button. “Tyr, Jakoda Quintus is dead. Just as you’ve surmised, Joe Quintus killed him. Out of the Quintus family’s Twelve Zodiacs, only five of them remain. The family’s strength is now greatly reduced.”

With Rush on bed rest and Khronos finalising the second phase of our plan, I had some thinking to do. The manly conversation with our fists helped clear some of my previous doubts. Khronos had read and compiled all evidence he found, including from Janon’s journal. Long story short, Arvin was the perpetrator and mastermind behind the whole fiasco. His endgame was to find a way to become immortal and according to the journal, Janon had reasons to believe Arvin was over six hundred years old, making him the second oldest man alive I know.