Novel & Cerita Julian Loki

“But be realistic, Valeria. Look at you.” He gestured to my plain cardigan, my sensible shoes, my utterly unthreatening posture. Elara sniffled, twisting the knife with masterful precision. “It’s about the pack's future, Val. You know that. Julian is the Future Alpha. He needs a strong Luna by his side. Someone who can command respect. Someone who can give birth to a powerful heir.”

We went to the largest crate. I popped the latches. The front panel swung open. Julian stepped out. He was dressed in tactical black—black cargo pants, a black turtleneck, and soft-soled boots. He looked like a shadow come to life. He held a tablet in one hand and a set of lockpicks in the other. "I hate small spaces," he grumbled, cracking his neck. "You fit perfectly," I whispered. "Now go. We'll stall them." "Be careful," Julian said. He touched my cheek. His eyes were intense. "If Miller comes down here..."

Sophia screamed, her minions lunging forward. “What’s going on here?!” The voice cut through the chaos like a whip. The crowd parted instantly, and there he was—Julian. My savior. My mate. The air shifted the moment he stepped into view. Julian didn’t just walk... he moved, like a storm given human form. His presence alone made the ground tremble beneath my feet. The golden glow of the setting sun caught the sharp angles of his jaw, casting shadows that made his blue eyes gleam like ice over steel. His broad shoulders filled the space around him, his every step radiating power, dominance, the kind of strength that made even the bravest wolves lower their gazes.

Damian pressed too close, and I was not pushing him away. “Didn’t realize press conferences after a game got so… physical.” “Get out,” Damian snapped, his voice more animal than human. Julian ignored him. His eyes were locked on me. “Logan Cross. You’ve got a mouth on you. I like that.” I raised a brow, still catching my breath. “Do I know you?” I knew exactly who he was though. “Oh, you will.” He rubbed his hands together. “Julian Drake. I own the Thunderhawks.”

I added. What other perfect ways were there to get rid of Julian?

Julian winced, pain exploding behind his head and his back. "What are you doing in my pack?!" Ragnar roared. "Is this some sort of trap? Are you working as a spy for Kieran?" Julian struggled to speak through the tight grip around his throat. "I swear... I don't work for that bastard! He had me imprisoned and tortured..." "Why are you here?" Ragnar snarled. "I want to join your pack. I'm ready to swear my allegiance and loyalty to you, Lord Ragnar." "What makes you think I would let a lycan be part of my pack?"

I wouldn’t understand her because she prefers bad boys to nice boys. Well, Kristoff is nice... Julian, on the other hand, is anything but boring if I understand Lora correctly. The man exudes sex appeal, which makes my thoughts sound like I’m the bad girl. It’s as if I want to be wrapped in his arms, against his chest, inhaling his scent. I get nervous whenever he gets close. I feel like I’m on the most dangerous ride possible and could fall anytime. It’s exhilarating. His qualities range from intelligence to compassion to enigmatic to sensuality. And can also cook the most mouthwatering meal...

That might have gotten you shocked, I know. My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience. The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.

But of course, his brother persuaded him with the promise that if he succeeded, he would receive all the credit. But they got stopped by a knight. "Heath Goldlane!" Julian shouted at a giant grey wolf that had black mane on its neck and back. He knew the wolf was the Lycan form of the knight who destroyed everything he had built, cut off his right arm, and forced him to flee alone back to the West Continent. Back when he was a knight, Julian couldn't beat him–because he was careless and because he had never fought a Knight who mastered before either.

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.