Julian Blue Lock Novels & Stories

Why are you doing this? Julian’s expression grew darker, frustration bleeding into his features. He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing my face up so I had no choice but to look into his cold blue eyes. His fingers dug painfully into my jaw. “You’re very stubborn,” he murmured, almost admiringly. “I like that in a woman.” His free hand slid slowly down my neck, tracing the torn collar of my shirt with deliberate, threatening slowness. “But there are other, much more effective ways to break someone.”

"Viktor is gone. The Swiss vaults are sealed under my biometric lock. But there is a flaw in the ledger. A variable that doesn't balance." Julian set his glass down on the console with a soft, deliberate clink. He stood up, his towering silhouette immediately blocking out the amber light from the cabin floor as he stepped toward me. The sheer physical presence of the man was a suffocating pressure, a magnetic force that made my chest tighten with a familiar, forbidden heat.

Jake’s probably back too, but I can’t see anyone else but the new arrival. He’s somewhere in his mid-twenties and clearly related to Remy with that same angelic beauty, but where Remy has the cute cherubic thing, this guy—Remy’s brother, Julian, I assume—is more like a deadly archangel. His hair is blond, a few shades darker than Remy’s, and it falls in artfully messy waves to his lightly stubbled chin. He has the same bright blue eyes as his brother, but the similarities end there. Julian’s features are sharper, giving that prettiness a more severe edge, and he’s at least six four with broad shoulders and muscled arms.

"I borrowed it for my plate developments. It's nice to meet you, Elena. Where did you transfer from?" "Ohio," I said, lying through my teeth… it was for the best. "A country girl," Julian said, tilting his head slightly. "You don't look like you belong in a cornfield." "I don't," I said. "She's got better supplies than the faculty, Julian," Maya joked, pointing at my open crate on the floor. "Look at those oil tubes. That's pure lapis lazuli pigment in the blue jar." Julian leaned down, looking into the crate for a long second before looking back up at me.

It was from an old series that had been popular two years back. “I spotted this blind box while passing a shop. Weren’t you into this kind of thing?” Ben’s tone was offhand. I stared at the plushie. He remembered it wrong. Mikayla was the one with a thing for blind boxes. Two years ago, Mikayla bought an entire case of blind boxes, desperate to get the hidden edition. She dumped the plushies all over the floor once she was done. I was simply there to pick up after her. Ben took it that I loved the plushies.

"We will be crushed when we hit the bottom!" "You have to trust me," Julian demanded, his obsidian eyes locking onto Chloe's face. The golden flecks in his irises burned with absolute, unwavering conviction. "I designed the shock absorbers myself. They will hold. But I cannot bypass the digital safety lock on the governor manually. Marcus engaged the remote lockdown protocols." Julian stepped back from the exposed control panel, offering Chloe the space. "I need you to fry the digital lock, Chloe," Julian commanded softly, his dark voice anchoring her chaotic thoughts. "Drop the cage."

"Move! Now!" ​Before the bridge crew could even clear the secondary threshold, a monstrous wave of pure, dominant kinetic pressure flooded her perimeter. ​Julian stepped back through the torn pneumatic seal of the northern loading bay, his massive, heavily armored frame completely blocking the horizontal whiteout of the storm. He didn't look back at the descending mountain, nor did he look at Marcus Kane, who was currently screaming through the whiteout as the flash-frozen aquifer water welded his white thermal boots to the concrete docks. Moving with a fluid, terrifying velocity, Julian’s large, calloused hand slid firmly around the back of Vivian’s waist, his thick fingers digging into her

Instead, it scattered—turning into millions of butterflies made of light. Julian watched from the jet as the black ship vanished. “Maya!” he screamed. Butterflies drifted down to the beach. They touched the black clones. The darkness melted off their skin. Their red eyes turned blue. The girls stood up—real, at last. But Maya was gone. The jet landed on the water. Julian jumped out and swam to where the ship had been. All he found was a single silver locket floating on the waves. He grabbed it. It was cold. The gold spark was gone. He sat in the water and cried.

“Interesting, I did not know my enemy had a sister. She never mentioned you to me, and I am assuming that since you are here with my dear friend and protector. You are not here to fight against me by Cristina’s side.” “Juju, remember when I had altered time right before you met Daxt? Well, Jessblue is from that error of time. Cristina’s previous husband Justin was Jessblue’s brother. Therefore, making Cristina her sister by marriage. You do not know about them because there was no reason for you to be aware until now. I felt you only need to know about Guy and Cristina. But since the tables have turned and Cristina called Jessblue to come and help her fight against you, Jessblue knows that s

And smiled firmly. Bidding their farewell, mounting the curb to call a taxi, and wrapped tenderly in the embrace of a thick summer breeze, Blue couldn’t help but wonder how long the allure of an ex-convict husband could keep her from the motherly arms of Sandra Leitner. And, feeling rather paranoid, considered whether she was in league with Marian… But dismissed the thought immediately.