Julian The Arcana Novels & Stories

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.”

Just then Nick raises his head asking for permission to speak by which she immediately granted nodding her head in response. Standing up as Nick snaps his finger turning everything into complete darkness, engulfing them into his premise, 78 looming in a spinning motion of neon velvet light-colored cards emerges around them. Snapping his finger once more 7 distinct cards slowly spins as it descends lining up in front of them. Facing forward as its light faded, the images of the first 7 major arcana's are presented. “The fool, the magician, the high priestess, the hierophant, the chariot, strength, the hermit.”

The Dwarf prince looked at him for a long time before he said "You're not going to kill my people or exploit them, are you?" The prince said as he looked at Lucien, who smiled at him softly "Okay, I understand. The important thing is there is something I want to tell you. It's like a letter from my father." Lucien's senses were fully alert, as he looked at the prince who said “My father said that the time for agreement is very close, so you must let the red jewel choose her path. The wise woman will guide her to the right path. There will be many downfalls, but the consequences of the buried manuscript must be borne.”

she said cheerfully to the woman. Juliana is one being in the universe that never loves herself, she hates herself for being too beautiful and always stands out in the public. She has always tried cutting her hair but each time she cuts it, it will grow longer than it was before. She wanted to look like other children even if she needed to be ugly, her beauty is not helping her as people despise her so much and girls don't feel relaxed around her and men only want to get to her pants. Her mysterious powers fear her to the bone as she doesn't know how to control them and why the moon goddess makes her life a living hell by giving her those gifts. She was termed a curse and she knows if she by

Aris turned and marched back up the stairs, the heavy door slamming shut behind him, plunging the room back into the silence of the furnace. Julian stood still for a long moment. He was twenty-two years old, the true heir to the greatest metallurgical legacy in the kingdom, and he was being told to wash a carriage while his work was paraded around the necks of dukes. He sighed, the sound lost in the roar of the fire. He walked over to the far corner of the cellar, where a loose stone sat near the foundation. He pried it open with a chisel. Inside wasn't gold or gems. It was a small, velvet-wrapped bundle.

I told you to stay home. "She doesn't have a home," Julian stated. Julian entered the room, taking a seat in the other chair facing the desk. He was clearly unbothered. "Get out of my office, Julian," Marcus snarled. "I don't have time for your nonsense." "You have plenty of time," Julian said. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folder, sliding it across the desk. "I acquired your debt, Marcus. Entirely. The loans from the bank, the private equity, and the promissory note you gave Silas."

Julian says. He slowly stands up from his chair. He keeps his hands on the desk as he rises. The motion is slow. It takes five agonising seconds. As he reaches his full height, his Alpha aura expands like a bomb going off. The air pressure drops instantly. The glass inside the book cabinet behind me begins to rattle in its frames. I drop my eyes. I cannot look at him anymore. My knees feel like water. "You went outside the pack," Julian says. His voice drops another octave. "You used a human parasite to attack Penelope."

I looked at my right hand again — still unsteady, fine and persistent, completely indifferent to the fact that I was staring at it and willing it to stop. What is happening to me? It wasn’t a question. It was something quieter than that. The kind of thing you say inside yourself when you already suspect the answer and aren’t ready to say it out loud. “Aria.” Julian’s voice came sharp from the doorway, his footsteps right behind it. He appeared in a grey shirt, hair not yet settled for the day, and his eyes moved across the scene in one fast sweep. The broken ceramic. The blood at my foot. Me, standing in the middle of all of it with my hands at my sides.