Julian Blue Lock Novels & Stories

“Talk to him, Sienna. Keep his mind anchored.” She leaned close. “Baby, you’re safe. Mommy’s here. Stay with me.” But Julian didn’t relax. His voice came again. Not a whisper this time—stronger. Too strong. “…they’re almost here.” Sienna’s breath caught. “Who, Julian?” “…the ones… with the black van.” Luka’s head jerked up. “What van?” Julian’s eyes opened. Not fully. But enough. His irises were glowing faintly—silver and ice blue, swirling like a storm trapped behind glass.

Nezeira listened to it and said, "So what do we need at the moment?" Euphenia's eyes narrowed a bit and she said, "The Bracelet with the blue sapphire is what holds the key to stop all these." Nezeira, "The bracelet is at Illusontis so all we need is the sapphire." Euphenia, "Yes our priority should be finding the sapphire. Once it is bound with the bracelet it can be used to destroy the Beasts." Nezeira, "Alright then let's get to work."

Julian grabbed me, pulling me to the floor. "Hold your breath!" he yelled. But it was everywhere. The room was filling fast. My vision swam. I looked at Julian. He wasn't holding his breath. He was inhaling deeply. "Julian, what are you doing?" "Buying time," he wheezed. He turned to the vial in the wall. The glass was thick, bulletproof. He looked at me. His eyes were glowing again. The blue light was intense, brighter than ever before.

The kind of smile that said he was enjoying every second of her unraveling. And Sloane, against all logic, felt a flicker of something. From this angle, Sloane noticed something she hadn't before—Julian had blue eyes and snakebite piercings. Two little silver rings glinting on his lower lip. Oh. Okay. That was... unexpectedly distracting. And unfairly hot. "Yeah, we're friends," Julian said, casual as ever. "Maybe!" Sloane cut in, turning toward the others with an awkward laugh. "Maybe?" He looked at her, amused, that stupid half-smile tugging at his lips.

Julian cocked his head to the side, assessing me. "I have always loved the colour blue. My mother's eyes were blue. But not light blue or even vivid blue. I love dark blue. Her eyes would look stunning when she wore dark blue dresses." Julian murmured and sipped from his coffee. It took a lot of convincing on my part to not pry any further. We were taking this slowly, even when our circumstances were anything but normal. One day I could maybe truly be his friend, if the pendants hadn't doomed us before then. "What about you?"

He blurted out. "So Shaun, how's that new property you acquired?" I heard one of his cousins ask him. "Good Richard. You know— Melio here helped me acquire it. You should experience her first-hand in a business mood— very precise." He said that with his hands still scavenging my pussy. Fuck I want to scream! "So this is an office romance kinda thing. Everything Blue". I was about correcting Catherine when his finger penetrated my pussy. "Urr.rr! I moaned out.

My hand gripped the handle, twisting, yanking, cursing—but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. “Don’t bother,” Julian said coolly from the passenger seat, eyes lazily flicking to meet mine through the rearview. He wore a bandage on his face, one that barely covered the gash Damien had given him during their last encounter. “It only opens from the outside.” I swallowed. “You have got to be kidding me.” “Nope,” Caleb muttered from the driver’s seat, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, his wolf barely restrained under his skin. “Surprise, bitch.”

Turning to Julian, Simone confessed, “Julian, I have feelings for you?” Simone's statement, about her attractiveness, totally surprised Julian. Her beauty held Julian's gaze as he stood there. Simone, standing at about 5’8 with a slim figure in all the right places, had cinnamon brown hair and mocha-colored skin. Her lips were full and luscious, and she had a slightly pointed nose. However, what Julian adored most about Simone were her striking baby blue eyes. "Your beauty is captivating," Julian sighed, unable to look away.

And as soon as dinner ends, Julian doesn't wait before he sprints away from the dinner, away from all their prying eyes to the room Enzo has prepared for him. Later that night, back in the master bedroom, Julian waits until Enzo leaves for a late call in his office. The moment the door closes, he moves to the large mirror. He looks like a dog with a collar-- the silver lock glinting against his chest. His fingers tremble as he tries to unfasten the collar. He pulls, twists, and digs at the lock, growing more frantic with each failed attempt. It doesn't budge. The lock is small but reinforced, clearly custom-made for him. And behind it-- he notices there are initials engraved into the silver

He started to explain. "B-beta?" "He was the one who was out at the backyard the other day." Oh.. "Right. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." he apologized. "It's okay. Then, can you tell me something about mate?" I looked up with curiosity. He chuckled lightly and patted my head. "Someone's curious. Well, his birthday is September the 13th. He's turning 22 this year. His favourite colour is black and blue. He is very protective of his sister. He is very harsh-"