Julian Ice Age Novels & Stories

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.

"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

Seven asked, her rifle still trained on Vane though her eyes were darting toward the northern horizon where the clouds were beginning to turn a strange, bruised iron-grey. "It doesn't just d******d data, Seven," Lucian said, stepping up from the vault, his hands covered in grease and salt-crust. His face was grim, his eyes fixed on the distant sky. "It implements it. It triggers an atmospheric compression to freeze out the surface contaminants. It’s an artificial ice age, designed to clear the board so the garden can start over from scratch."

I turned, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. Julian was standing by a long marble kitchen island, a tablet in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. He was forty-five now, but age had just sharpened him. His hair was starting to go silver at the temples, and he was wearing a navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off forearms that were still tan and muscled. He looked at me, and I saw the exact moment the "little girl" image in his head died.

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!'

It was what the note rested upon. Julian’s body, now encased in ice.

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.