Julian Loki Novels & Stories

Loki So today is my brother’s funeral and I don’t think that realize that It a golem instead of me yet but they will soon realize it well my plot for kidnapping the Queen herself is starting to form and I know that I will be able to kidnap her and force her to take me as her second mate, I will also have her making changes to the kingdom they way I seem fit first by starting to break some of the alliances that have been formed I don’t like some of the communities that she has alliances with and I need to make sure that I can start wars throughout the kingdom because I want war I want death because that what we need we have had this for thousands of years what is the difference now why shou

He held it. The locket in Julian’s pocket moved. It was not a beep this time. It was a vibration. A long, slow hum. Julian sat up. He pulled the locket out. "What is it?" VIKTOR asked. He sat up too. He pulled his pants up. The locket was open. The silver face was gone. Inside was a small screen. It was blue. "A map," Julian said. He held it up. The screen showed lines. It showed the mountains. A small red dot blinked on the map.

and so I wouldn’t have to see the smug, satisfied look on his whores’ faces, like watching another woman get torn apart was just entertainment to them. Especially Alpha Vasiliev’s... who looked clearly pleased that we were always in the crosshairs. Lorenzo’s fingers tightened around mine, and I held on hard. My restless wolf, always searching for his protection. I knew damn well no one would ever see me as the right Luna, and it wasn’t smart to keep going toe-to-toe with the King. The point here was to get him on our side so he’d support Lorenzo in locking in his position as Patriarch.

Lanka Monroe POV "My pack ride is parked by the eastern clearing, Lanka. Your scent is fading fast, let me carry you before your wolf collapses from the silver shock," Julian says, his fingers tightening gently on my bare forearm as I sway against the freezing night wind. "I have my own two paws, Julian. I can walk out of this cursed medical sanctuary without breaking," I grunt, my teeth grinding together as a sharp spike of heat hits my lower abdomen where those shamans punctured my skin.

"Hello, Dominic." Dominic slammed his hand down on the table, leaning right over the keyboard. "Where are you, Julian?" "I'm ten miles away, Dominic," Julian said calmly through the speaker. "In the secondary bunker under the lighthouse." "Why?" I screamed at the laptop screen, my body shaking with sudden, violent anger. "You made us think you were dying! You sent us through the cold river! You let the suit hunt us like animals!" "I had to," Julian replied without a single trace of regret. "The board had eyes inside my inner team. I needed a real hunt. If the suit didn't believe you were running for your lives, he never would have brought the master trigger out of Zurich."

Julian didn't move like a human. As he stepped toward Leo, his body flickered with a micro-stutter, a side-effect of the liquid-metal nervous system that Arthur Thorne had perfected in the high-orbit labs. He was the "Symmetry" made flesh, a creature of pure optimization. "You're fighting for a grave, Leo," Julian said, his voice a smooth, terrifying calm. "This planet is a corpse. The boy is the only 'Clean' asset left. He deserves the stars, not the mud."

It landed with a grace that suggested advanced lunar engineering, the side hatch sliding open to reveal a figure that made Silas’s heart stop. He was tall, built like a titan of the north, his skin the color of cream and his hair a mane of pure, silver-white fur. He wore armor made of hammered ice-glass and carried a spear that hummed with a low-frequency frost. His eyes were a solid, glowing amber—the mark of an Alpha of the High North. "Julian of the Arctic," Silas whispered, his jaw tightening. Julian was not just an Alpha; he was the leader of the Northern Alliance, a man whose territory was as vast as the Blackwood Pack and whose warriors were known for their lethal efficiency in the da

Julian's voice boomed as loud as ever, hitting every ear in the crowd. "The human, Linda Griffin, will be my one and only Luna!" The lively crowd fell deathly silent. Then, shocked whispers rippled through the square. I somehow managed to move my legs. All I felt was a small, warm hand clutching desperately at my skirt. It was our pup, three-year-old Kyle Draven. His amber eyes, so much like Julian's, filled with terror. "Julian!" I dragged Kyle forward and pushed through to the platform. My voice cracked from rage and fear.

The thick glass of the rocket barrier in the lower lobby of the Olympus Tower suddenly exploded into millions of grains of silica dust without the sound of the opening shot. The explosion was purely the result of a physical impact from a creature with the size of a vault that rushed in like a black meteor. The creature, none other than Julian, no longer had the appearance of a human or a wolf. He stood two and a half meters tall, his muscles exploded disgustingly from the magic poison of the Draconic Order, and all his skin cells were as black as road asphalt. His eyes were milky white, empty without any trace of humanity. Its mangled mouth continued to drip smoky saliva that melted the marb