Julian Loki Novels & Stories

She did not hesitate to reply back to him, for he was her wish already, "Hello... Do I know you?" She asked, wobbling and blinking her eyelids as if she had seen him before somewhere and was trying to recall. "Nope, I don't think we have met before, but the looks in your eyes tells me you are new here, and need someone at least to get you to your desired destination. I am Killer Frost..." He spoke yet again with this low singsong voice which made Juliana almost speechless, and literally dying to know more about him. She felt this strong connection between both of them and the way he spoke was quite familiar...

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."

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

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

And at the center of the circle stood a tall figure wrapped in a coat, hair silver under the moon. Julian. He was alive, unharmed, radiating command like a born Alpha. Even from this distance, Aiden could feel it—the pressure in the air, the wrongness humming beneath the snow. “He rebuilt faster than we thought,” Dante said. “Or he never stopped,” Aiden replied. “We burned one base. He had another waiting.” Julian raised his hands, and the lights around him flared, turning the valley white. A low vibration rolled through the ground. Aiden’s knees buckled; his wolf snarled inside him.

He presented her with a white envelope after bowing his head in submission, his golden eyes had a flicker of inhumanity glimmering in them. “How is everyone at your home, Julian?” To have a better relationship with her Pack fellows, Charlotte initiated the conversation with the most murderous looking warrior of the Pack. It was famous that Julian had a heart of rock like Alpha Eric, people considered him the true descendant of the Silver Moon Pack. “I have no family.”

He was the reason everyone started to talk to me without thinking I’m a witch. He is the kind of male every female would die for. Dashing, charming, sweet, and strong. Alpha Julian is everything a woman would wish for. For so long I kept my feelings from him a secret and watched painfully as he went through the struggles of searching for his mate. The one he never found until now, the moment when I was finally chosen to be his Luna.