Julian Ice Age Novels & Stories

"Fifty yards in open snow. The sensors will pick you up the second you break cover." "Not if they have a bigger, hotter target to track," Maya said, her honey-brown eyes meeting his with a fierce, terrified bravery. Julian’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle feathered near his ear. He was the Ice King, a man who commanded global markets and private armies, and the thought of using himself as live bait to protect his amnesiac wife was the only logical play. But the thought of her running into the open while heavy machine guns tracked them made his blood run cold.

For a heartbeat, I stopped. Without the armor of his cold gaze, Julian looked... human and, somehow, looked like Aiden. The harsh lines of his face were softened by sleep, and the predatory edge that usually defined his presence had vanished, replaced by an exhaustion so deep it seemed to pull at the air around him. The "Great Ice King" was vulnerable, a lion sleeping in a den he had built out of glass and secrets.

“I go in two days early. Right here.” Caesar felt his gut twist. “Where?” “Mechanical alcove. For the climate system. Cameras don’t see it.” Julian’s voice was flat. “I wait there. Forty-eight hours.” “You’ve lost your mind,” Caesar breathed, going pale. “Two days up there? Exposed? What if your head goes off? What if you have an episode? And the cold, Julian. And food? Water? This isn’t a plan, it’s a death wish.”

A massive, blue-tinted cold front was sweeping down from the polar ridge line at ninety miles an hour, dropping the temperature by three degrees every sixty seconds. ​"The sub-zero freeze," Vivian said. Her voice didn't carry a single trace of tremor. It remained low, flat, and perfectly anchored in the administrative register. She reached down, calmly wiping a thick smear of dark petroleum crude from her wrist terminal screen with the cuff of her jacket. "The timeline isn't just broken. It has compressed. In my past life, the continental freeze took three weeks to seal the lowlands. Now, we have hours." ​She turned her head, her blue eyes tracking the cold light of the central pod. Inside t

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

Colin and Caleb went completely still. Julian looked around our horrified faces, his voice shaking as he began to describe the entity he had fought in the northern mountains twenty years ago. "She disguises herself as a young girl," Julian whispered, his words cutting through the freezing hallway like a blade. "She pretends to be a fourteen-year-old orphan with uncontrollable ice magic. She carries a dark, artificial conduit energy signature that lures in unsuspecting researchers. She wears a soft gray sweater, her skin is deathly pale, she has dark, hollow eyes...!"

Moreover, the fist did not really touch the ice layer. Instead, the flaming aura above his fist blasted through the ice layer. As a result, a loud sound was heard. The ice layer was destroyed in a hundred-meter-deep pit. The cultivation level of a half-step god transformation was simply terrifying to watch. "Hahaha!!!" "After waiting for three months, the ice has finally melted. Little kid, I'll see where you run to this time." Julian took out dozens of weapons and flying swords and indiscriminately bombarded the ice layer, immediately cutting out a path as tall as a person... He moved at very high speed, blowing up a cloud of ice and frost behind him. ...... At the same time…

Jamie gasps—back bowing, wrists tugging at the cuffs. Julian circles the nipple slowly—watching it harden, watching goosebumps race across Jamie’s chest—then moves to the right. Jamie’s cock—already hard—twitches against his stomach. Julian trails the ice down Jamie’s sternum, over his stomach, along the sensitive line of his hip—never quite reaching where Jamie wants it most. When the ice is melting, dripping cold trails across Jamie’s skin, Julian leans down—licks the water from Jamie’s navel with a slow, hot tongue.

"We'll have three feet of solid ice by morning." ​"Let it freeze," Elena whispered, tilting her chin up to look into his rugged face. "We have everything we need right here, Commander." ​Julian chuckled a low, deep rumble that vibrated through his broad chest into hers. He bent his head, his lips finding hers in a slow, deep, and utterly possessive kiss that held all the warmth of the roaring hearth beside them. ​The high-stakes wars, the corporate syndicates, and the shadow ledgers were long gone, buried deep beneath the winter snow. Wrapped in Julian’s unbreakable embrace, high above the quiet world in their private mountain sanctuary, Elena knew their true story was just beginning.

He kissed Julian, soft and slow, the way he had kissed him fifty years ago in a cabin just like this one. The world had changed, their bodies had changed with it too but their love had not. It had only grown more and more. They walked to the lake that morning, hand in hand, Maple bounding ahead of them. The ice was thick, the snow was still fresh and the mountains were bright. "One more skate?" Sebastian asked. Julian looked at him. "Are you crazy? We are too old for that." "We are never too old." Sebastian stepped onto the ice, Julian hesitated briefly, then followed.