Novel & Cerita Julian Loki

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.”

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“Silvercrest Pack — I present your Alphas: Elara Forge and Mandi Simmons!” I was on my feet before he finished the sentence, clapping until my palms ached. Julian’s arms came around my middle and drew me back against his chest. He nuzzled my neck and felt the tears on my jaw. “Louisa, are you crying?” “I am not!” I denied it with full conviction, and then immediately sniffed. “It’s just so perfect.” His hands moved lower, settling over the soft swell of my abdomen. His voice was warm and low in my ear. “Yes,” Julian murmured. “You are perfect.” *~ The End ~*

"Alright, but if we do this, we have to be in and out quickly. We can’t make any mistakes." "No mistakes," I affirmed, squeezing his hand tightly before releasing it, igniting a surge of determination that washed over us. "We need to expose Viktor and this extinction clause. Whatever it takes." With confidence and urgency, Julian turned back to his laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard as he began rearranging our plans. I watched him work, admiring his brilliance. This was his domain where he thrived amidst chaos and information. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, I could sense the anxiety simmering, just waiting to boil over.

He lunged toward Elara, his claws aimed to reclaim the spear and the power she was currently anchoring. But before he could reach her, a shadow detached itself from the rafters. It was Julian. The "First Mate." He didn't attack Viktor. He tackled Lunaris, ripping the silver spear from her hands. "The Queen doesn't die today!" Julian shouted, his voice a distorted echo of his former self. He didn't use the spear on Viktor. He turned it on himself. "Julian, no!" Elara cried, her hand reaching out. "It’s the only way to break the chord, Elara," Julian said, a sad, lucid smile touching his face for a fraction of a second. "I was the prototype. I’m the only one who can carry the frequency away fr

Loki POV So after I told my slut of a mate that I would be back in time for the wedding, I picked my phone and dialed my special friend and let him know that i needed him and 3 others to get to the Royal wedding and that before he leaves that my witch that I have been fucking for 5 years will be sending him a package this will have a potion for each them to take to change their identities and finger prints so they could make it through the security scan at the boarder then a masking powders they will need to keep it on the them and reapply every 2 hours until they are out of the pack territory, the package will also have a few hundred little mushrooms in there you will drive around the board

With guards like these, no wonder the assailant had been able to get that dangerously close to Sia. “Well . . . I’ll be heading back now,” Julian said as he stood up from the chair. “It was nice chatting with you guys. See you around.” The guard who was still awake nodded and focused back on the TV screens. Julian left the room smirking. He had done his job without them even noticing. After all, he was called Lucifer for more than just one reason. Although these two guards had been the easiest he’d ever dealt with. If only all the people he went up against were this sloppy.

"If they get you to the Door, Evelyn — if they use your blood to break the seal — they’ll unleash hell." Another roar echoed through the woods, closer now. Evelyn tore herself free again. Her heart was hammering so hard she thought it might burst. "And Julian?" she shouted. "Where does he fit into this?" Lucian’s face twisted with something close to sorrow. "Julian was the first attempt," he said quietly. "The first hybrid. A soldier bred for war, too unstable to control." He met her gaze, unflinching. "They locked him away, just like the Door. But he woke up — and now he thinks the only way to stop the Circle... is to burn everything down."

Julian had no choice but to admit defeat. "Fine, you've won this time, Logan, but I’ll beat you in a race eventually," Julian says. “Don’t bet on it,” Logan said, turning to face him. Logan always beats Julian in their races; it's a long-standing pattern. Now 18, Julian, Simone, and he went for a run, but this time was unusual. Having shifted young, the three decided to run as wolves. Logan, whose wolf name is Phoenix, is a gray and white wolf with deep, dark blue eyes. Julian's wolf, Hunter, is light brown with black stripes and boasts green eyes. Simone's wolf, Bailey, is chocolate brown with yellow eyes. Logan's wolf, the biggest of the three, was irrelevantly sized; his destiny as the fu

"Viktor is gone. The Swiss vaults are sealed under my biometric lock. But there is a flaw in the ledger. A variable that doesn't balance." Julian set his glass down on the console with a soft, deliberate clink. He stood up, his towering silhouette immediately blocking out the amber light from the cabin floor as he stepped toward me. The sheer physical presence of the man was a suffocating pressure, a magnetic force that made my chest tighten with a familiar, forbidden heat.