Jude And Cardan Fanart Novels & Stories

Clicked his tongue while going to stand in front of his mirror. “Suggest something more soothing and more seductive than that. I will wait.” Rosita allowed a smile to part through her smile as she cuddled up herself with the duvet, and for the first time in a long time, she sat, admiring Jude. Jude wasn't more facially and physically appealing than Eugene, but he had a more built and masculine stature than Eugene. Jude Was taller. He had a broad shoulder of a gym enthusiast, even though he wasn't much of a dedicated gym goer, but he had this athletic built-up body that was likened to one who spends his whole life lifting the dumbbell.

Jacob returned to the car right then, withdrawing the one leg that had just started to reach out as he turned toward Zachary in shock, "Wait, didn't Mr. Cardensky say the sculpture was processed to look like it's Renaissance?" Zachary was stunned, but he soon recovered and sputtered, "Urgh! That fool—medieval, really?! Why not say it's from the Holy Roman Empire too?" Jacob shrugged. "But like that bastard said, what if it really was from the medieval period? That'd be a major miss!"

Julian followed, his steps long and silent, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle beneath his skin twitched violently. Tucked into the center of the white petals was a thick, cream-colored card. The text was written in a highly elegant, flowing gold cursive that looked like it had been hand-penned by an eighteenth-century clerk. I reached out, my fingers cold as I pulled the card from the envelope and read the words: My darling Katia, My temper only flares because my love for you is a tempest. I look forward to holding my family soon. Your devoted husband, Jude.

His hair was slicked back, his smile sharp and practiced. “Found beneath the old water tunnels,” he continued, voice carrying easily, “battered, bleeding, but still breathing. A survivor of the surface raids. A fighter of the Northern Rebellion. A Lycan.” The crowd stirred. I caught whispers in the air — “traitor,” “The Rogue King will love this one.” The announcer gestured lazily toward me. “They call him Cardan. Some of you may know the name. Others may not care. But you will, once you see what he can do.”

Jude’s POV “We’re facing that entity alliance head-on,” I say, voice rough as I slam my fist on the war room table, the Seraphin blade glowing like a damn beacon in the dim light. Raymond’s beside me, his light steady, eyes burning with hope despite the beating we took in the dominion. My shadows curl around his arm, keeping me from losing it. “Those guardians woke some serious shit, and we need those artifacts to seal it.” “You sure we can take ‘em, Jude?” Raymond asks, grabbing my hand, his light warm, sending a spark through me. “My heart’s still shaky from the trek.”

So, he was factually blind. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact, but who was I to judge? "I just can't believe he has gotten so much handsome and such a daddy..." Alina sighed dreamily staring at the screen where Judas's picture was showing with him wearing an expensive pair of shades and his hunter eyes hidden, his lips set in a thin line, jaw-line chiselled from stone, his furrowed brows as he seemed to glare at the camera cast a shadow as if a storm was set to break.

~Juliet’s Point of View~ RING RING RING “Excuse me,” Jude said, looking down at his phone. He got up and wandered outside, looking every bit a model even in an old Anthrax t-shirt and basketball shorts. Still absolutely mouth watering. “Helllllo,” Jada said, waving her hand in front of me. “Yep,” I said, turning my attention back to my dear sister. “You’ve fallen for him like a fucking body sleeping with the fishes,” she said, making me laugh.

I cross-checked the photo of Judas in the article with the one in the documents and realized they were one and the same. "Jackpot!"

He never looked at her, he only stared down, and he becomes a mute instantly. Zitrey clicked her tongue from his reaction, she clutched her hand, ‘Why won't you look at me?’ in mad she swift her attention towards Cederick. “Sadly, we won your Jack's Game Cederick.” she uttered. But her eyes suddenly glued on Cederick's collarbone. She saw something on it that looks familiar. Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it.

Step by step, he walked toward the Moon Goddess statue. He gently placed me before the stone seat. With trembling hands, he arranged the withered moonlight grass crown around my ears. He spoke to the statue in a low voice. "Moon Goddess, the three of us are together again. Sophia... Lina didn't betray us... We'll always stay with you." Wind swept snow past the statue. From the distant Black Pine Forest, three cubs' clear laughter seemed to echo—