Novel & Cerita Julian The Arcana

​"Elara! Take my hand!" ​A figure materialized out of the white mist to her left, falling at the exact same velocity. It was Julian. He was entirely solid now, his dark coat whipping in the storm, his eyes clear and fully human. But his right arm was missing from the elbow down, the limb ending in a swirling vortex of silver text strings that connected directly to the fading margin of the sky above them. He was using his own remaining code to hold open a narrow, jagged tear in the white space—a small, vertical fissure that revealed a glimpse of a completely different reality behind the sheet.

He could only force himself to remember every word from the true arcana now so that he could take his time to go through it later. However, the internal alchemy that the great Genbu had poured into the Furnace of Forbidden Spells was a real treasure. The true arcana was a million times stronger than Alex’s comprehension. “Juvia, the universe isn’t something you can get just because you want it!” “The Path of God is always on our side! “Ten-Point Forbidden Spell, the dark of the sun and moon, Great Icebound Curse!”

The golden pathways groaned under the weight of my redirected focus. "Again," I gasped against his mouth. "Don't... let... go." Julian stripped the fleece away, his hands moving over my skin with a frantic, possessive heat. He wasn't just making love to me; he was performing an exorcism. Every touch, every gasp, every shiver was a strike against the Architect’s cold logic.

"I’m not letting you go off on your own again. Now, finish your breakfast. Elaria’s waiting for you in her study, isn’t she?" Elaria’s study felt like a posh dungeon. The stench of sulphur and pungent herbs hit us the moment we walked in. Elaria was already there, flanked by a young bloke in glasses with his black hair tied back neatly. "This is Julian, my brother. He’s an alchemist," Elaria said, her voice as cold as ever. Julian didn't say much. He just started prepping his medical gear. I stood in the corner, my eyes locked on his every move as he began to draw Lulu’s blood.

Julian whispered. "You found her," Aurora said. "I knew that on the seventh night," Julian admitted. "The night of the pastry dough," Aurora noted. "The night the kitchen finally made sense," Julian said. He took a slow breath, his dark eyes unshielded. "GKG is a corporate structure," Julian continued. "But the archive is personal," Aurora realized. "It is the story of us," Julian confirmed. "Encoded in flavor," she added. "I was deciding how to tell you for months," Julian said.

“Luca doesn’t get to win. Not this time. Bring me his weakness.” Julian didn’t speak. He just vanished into the dark again. Good. Let the fire spread. Let the Scarlet Moon Pack realize too late—they were already burning. The moment Julian left, the flicker in my chest flared into a storm. No more messages. No more distractions. I was done whispering.

To think. She has to confront Julian. She sees that now. She can't keep dismissing her doubts, her fears. If there's even a chance that Ethan is right, that Julian is dangerous... Aria's eyes fall on Julian's laptop, abandoned on the table. Before she can second guess herself, she crosses the room and opens it. The screen blinks to life, the password screen appearing. Aria hesitates, her heart in her throat. Then she types in the password she saw Julian use once. Her birthday. The screen unlocks and Aria starts searching, her pulse pounding.

"Then why did the scent in that room match the one from when Sera's tree burned?" She paled. Mouth opened. Nothing came out. "My body's done," Julian said. "Only way out is to find whoever saved me back then—and get her to do it again." His eyes locked on her. "So, Isabella. Can you?" "I... I..." She stumbled back, totally unraveling. "Julian, the magic—it only works once! Just once!" "Enough." Julian shut his eyes. He looked wrecked—and done. He never wanted to see that fake smile again.

It depends honestly. Everything about him screamed “gentle soul” or “possible sword-wielding oracle.” He wore the company intern lanyard like a joke, because he was not, in any universe, a regular intern. Yin tilted his head slightly, his smile curling like he’d just read a plot twist before the rest of the audience. “Hmm… so the wind god was right,” he said quietly, mostly to himself. His eyes flicked to Selena, specifically to the faint glowing yellow sigil blooming on her chest.

Back beneath Rome, Vivian slowly walked toward Julian's body. Her flashlight illuminated his face. Something caught her attention. His left hand. She frowned. "Arthur..." He turned. Julian's fingers were stained with fresh blood. Not unusual. Except... He hadn't died with a clenched fist. He had deliberately drawn something on the stone floor. A symbol. Vivian knelt beside it. A circle. Inside it— Two wolves facing one another. Arthur's expression hardened. "I've seen that before." "Where?" He hesitated.