Julian Blue Lock Novels & Stories

he stuttered out. Erin, V subconsciously parroted. "Kim Uriel," he visibly brightened, looking rather haughty. Nodding, Blue looked at the Moon once more. He ogled at it as if it were the best thing to ever exist, as if it were to never exist again. As if it's the only thing that has ever existed, and it's all he's ever known. It's all he's ever dreamed of, even when he wasn't asleep.

Each one seemed to ask a different question. Julian’s voice was hushed, reverent. “This,” he said, “is every blueprint Echo ever designed. Every body. Every mind. Every possibility they imagined.” The weight of it pressed in from all sides. The air was dry, preserved, as though nothing in here had aged since the day the last blueprint was archived. Savannah could almost hear the room breathe. *** Julian moved slowly between the glowing pillars, his fingertips barely grazing their glass. He looked as though touching them too long might burn him.

Last month, we called all upper ranks and celebrated our new united pack, the Phantom Fang pack. It would have gone south if Beta Rowan’s son Tobias hadn’t found his mate along the Phantom Moon pack. Naya has since stayed at Phantom Fang headquarters, my father’s old house, working with Tobias on a better future for both sides. We were both giddy about her finding her mate, and Tobias has been nothing but a gentleman to her, from what she tells me through our texts.

"It’s heavy." "It’s supposed to be," Julian said, stepping into the circle of light. He was bare-chested now, a landscape of bronze muscle and jagged white scars that told the history of a decade spent in the trenches of Blackwood’s underworld. He stopped inches from her, his presence an overwhelming physical force. "It’s the weight of my protection. And the weight of my claim." He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before hooking under the silver band, tilting her head back. His eyes were no longer the calculated sapphire of a CEO; they were the dark, hungry blue of a predator who had finally cornered his prize.

The air around it began to warp and shimmer. "It's going to self-destruct!" Elias shouted from the docks. "He's going to blow the harbor to keep us from taking the tech!" Julian kicked Bryan away and stood up. His white suit was covered in grease and blood. He looked at me, then at the glowing heart. He didn't look afraid. He looked like he had already won. "If I can't have the key," Julian whispered, "then no one will have a world to unlock." He lunged for the heart, his hand reaching for the center. He was going to set it off manually.