Julian The Arcana Novels & Stories

She's often possessed; I hope you won't be surprised if she suddenly behaves unusually," Julian whispered in Julie's ear. "Why did you bring her here? It's ridiculous," Julie replied no less quietly. "She's trustworthy, and she's still a descendant of the five great witches." "I only trust you, Julian." "And I need your expertise to break into Dad's cupboard." "Hahaha, you're so funny." "So, can we get started?" Joan looked straight at Julie. Her grey eyes seemed to be searching for an answer to the question Julian had asked her. She nodded and took a step back. Joan reached into a leather pouch from her waist bag and took out a jar containing a white powder.

But a minute later, it creaked open, and a figure stepped in, moving with the quiet assurance of someone who knew every inch of the place. He wore a dark coat, his face obscured by the hood. As he approached, he pulled it back, revealing a sharp gaze beneath a low brow, studying me intently. “Elijah Sinclair,” he said, his voice low and measured. “I’m Julian from The Arcane Network. I understand Adrian has referred us to you.” I stood, extending a hand, but he merely gestured for me to sit again. “We keep things… discreet here. The less you know about us, the safer you’ll be.”

After our little duel the aura from the envoy of the underworld began to slowly seep out of the Mane Six, Sunset Shimmer & Starlight Glimmer and form into an inkling “so you’re Arnold right?” it said “yes I’m Arnold but who are you?” I asked. “I’m Julieta Cabal, the envoy of the underworld.” suddenly I heard a roar of a crimson dragon so I turned around and saw the crimson dragon “and that’s my older brother Gutierrez Tafalla “hey Arnold” said Gutierrez “hey Gutierrez and Julieta. What are you doing here?” I asked “we are here to merge our powers with yours” said Julieta I put my right hand at the Gutierrez, the Crimson Dragon “Crimson Dragon, the power of good” then I point my left hand at

was all I could manage. He reached for my hand, his touch gentle. “Just tell me, Jules. It doesn’t change anything. I only want to know so I can protect you from her. Not that you can’t protect yourself, but your powers are still new, and I don’t want you getting caught in the wrong hands.” I took a deep breath, feeling the air burn my lungs. “My real name is Julian,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “And I’m the daughter of the late Alpha Cane.”

When Julian finally glanced back, the look in his eyes told Jace everything he needed to know. Julian stayed slouched against the sofa, one arm draped along the backrest, the other pressed hard against his temple as though that might ease the storm in his head.“The truth is…” His voice came low, “I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. Even my wolf—he’s smitten. He recoils at the very sight of Elara.” He gave a humorless laugh, sharp as glass. “It has to be because of the rut. I’ve never rutted any female before. My wolf’s…confused. That’s all.”

He dropped something in the dirt between them. A scroll. Victor’s eyes flicked to it, then to Julian. “What is that?” Julian didn’t answer. Emilia bent, picked it up. She unrolled the parchment. Inside, a map. Coordinates. Names. Symbols she recognized from the Hollowborn altar—Victor’s next targets. She looked at Julian. He gave one small nod. Victor caught it. “Traitor,” he snarled. “Visionary,” Julian replied. “She’s not your legacy, Victor. She’s your undoing.”

Which worried me a bit because Julian wasn't easily rattled. "Something's off." “Exactly what I’m saying, that woman isn’t acting like she’s trying to protect her daughter.” I said. “No, I meant something else is off.” He stood and walked toward a table covered in papers. “What’s that?” I followed to Julian’s table which was filled with maps, notes, reports - the usual mess he made. "I've been looking into Crescent Moon." He said. My attention sharpened instantly. "What did you find?" "Missing records."

It was Julian. His hood was pushed back, his pale face slick with sweat. He wasn't looking at Kael; his eyes were fixed on the clashing magic in the center of the room. He leaned in close, his voice was a desperate whisper that barely carried over the howling wind. "Elena, listen to me," Julian hissed, as his grip on my wrist tightened. "He’s lying. The Shaman doesn't need an anchor." I froze. "What?" "The Shaman is Kael's puppet," Julian whispered, his eyes darting warily toward his father, who was watching the magical clash with a greedy, distracted grin.

Julian hissed, his voice thick with a desire he hated. Elian opened his eyes, looking into the storm-gray depths of Julian’s gaze. In the dark, Julian’s face looked tortured. He moved faster, his hands gripping Elian’s thighs so hard they left white marks. Julian was a straight man; he repeated the lie in his head over and over but the way Elian’s body tightened around him, the way Elian looked at him with that lingering, tragic love... It was a drug Julian couldn't quit.

“Are you related to this artifact or anything?” It wasn’t a normal inquiry. It was a suspicion. “Yes,” Shadow affirmed it. Juviana trudged toward her while dragging the half-dead Julian. “Yes, Shadow? I am at your service.” Miley also leaned in when Shadow beckoned her to. “Do you know what this is?” Shadow started. Naturally, eyes shifted to Julian. “Julian.” Juviana kicked his butt. “Ye– yes. I know.” Julian had to answer. Only his eyes were swollen but his mouth was fine. “This is the artifact from Safani lent by Bulteo.”