Julian Blue Lock Novels & Stories

“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.

“For the Black Swan. Julian wants me there.” Lucian pressed his lips together. “Your enemies… this might be a bad time to let your guard down.” Cassiel sighed again, a thread of softness battling with his discipline. “I know… but we all need… something.” Lucian nodded reluctantly. “…I’ll make sure everything is in place.” As the sun fell lower in the sky, purple rays creeping through the windows, Julian walked into the lounge wearing a deep blue shirt made of soft linen and tailored black jeans. His hair fell casually across his forehead, a contrast to his normally dramatic style.

"He mentioned a 'Blue Iris' ledger." Julian’s expression didn't change, but his eyes darkened. For a split second, I saw a flicker of something I hadn't seen before: genuine threat. Not the controlled, calculated threat he used to scare me, but a raw, jagged edge. THE CORRECTION........ "Blue Iris isn't a ledger, Elara," Julian said, standing up and walking slowly toward me. "It’s a project. One that your father was too weak to finish and one that you are now legally bound to help me complete."

Adrian lets out a low chuckle, his broad hand tipping up my chin. “Take it easy.” He says, his voice a rough whisper. “What’s your name?” Those piercing blue eyes lock on mine. I could drown in those deep blue eyes. The heated promise in them makes me want to melt into his arms and let him do whatever he wants with me. Yet there’s a tenderness in them that makes me feel warm and protected. I don’t know Adrian, yet I know I’m safe here. Blue eyes, safe. Julian. Memories of Julian hit me like lightning—sudden, sharp, and sobering. My face is still burning, but now it’s with shame.

“There has to be a story there, but Daemon is the most secretive member of the warriors I know. He barely talks. No one knows a thing about him, other than his… well... his…” "Sleeping around?" I rolled my eyes, getting on my feet again. "You can say it, Lena. Everyone in the Blue Moon Pack knows it, even if they don't talk about it." “Yeah,” she sighed. “That.” Lean moved towards me, unzipping my dress and letting it pool around my feet. I stepped out of it and walked to the bathroom. “You can go to bed, Lena. I want to be alone.” “Are you sure, Annie? I mean… I am not…”

The agitation in Julian’s eyes faded as he looked at Diana. The coldness in them from when he was at Collina Villa had vanished without a trace as well. If he could be described as the moon just now, then at the moment, he was the sun—able to warm and even burn everything up in his presence. At the same time, he was like a peacock with its feathers open. Diana looked at Julian’s soft hair. Up close, she could tell that he had taken the effort to style his hair. He even had a sapphire blue lapel pin on his sleeve.

But I would die before that happened. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. The smell of her perfume overtook everything. I let out a tired sigh. Not again. “Erin.” My eyes opened in a hurry. Everything around me was blurry, but I forced my eyes to focus. Julia stood in front of me, her perfect blonde hair falling around her face. I pushed myself up straight away, my hand going to my stomach. Her eyes followed it. ‘Be careful,’ Blue warned weakly. “What are you doing here?”

“She was on the floor. Crying. Shaking. There was a masked figure—male, tall, fast. I tried to chase him, but he jumped out the window.” I stared at him, trying to absorb it. Trying to picture it. The calm, smug bastard I always relied on… now disheveled and shaken. “You didn’t see his face?” I asked, voice flat. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “But he had something on his wrist. A tattoo. A hook.” That made me go still. “A hook?” I repeated slowly. “Yes.” Julian licked his lips. “You know what that means.” Blue-Stone.

"She does. And the boy... he looks just like you did, Julian. Before I tried to turn you into me." Without another word, the former King of New York turned and walked toward the elevator, his silhouette stooped and lonely. Julian stared at the box on the bench. He didn't move for a long time. Finally, he walked over and picked it up. He opened it to reveal a flawless, vintage pear-cut diamond surrounded by a halo of sapphires—the Sterling Blue. He turned to Elara. The clinic was quiet. Leo was drifting off to sleep on his shoulder. "He’s trying to buy his way back in," Elara said softly.