Julian The Arcana Novels & Stories

For the first time, something other than power flashed in his crimson gaze. Intrigue. Conquest. And a deeply greedy possessiveness. She has a soul strong enough for Original blood. My heartbeat steadied. Julian knelt on the floor, watching us with absolute despair. "Elena, I'm sorry..." He propped himself up, trying to reach me. "Please, just give me one chance to explain..." I pulled the bedsheets away in disgust, refusing to let him touch me. Lucius sneered down at him. "Save your tears. Bring the little snake in."

"I’m not staring, Sterling. I’m observing. The way his energy is settling... it’s not just Lycan or Sun-Blood. It’s a synthesis. A Sovereign frequency." Julian turned away from the mirror, his gaze landing on the leather-bound journal they had rescued from the Ashford manor. "My mother called it the 'Liturgy of the Light.' It’s not a weapon, Kael. It’s a bridge." "A bridge that can incinerate a Council drone," Victor noted, walking over to Julian. He reached out, his fingers brushing Julian's jaw—not with the cold ownership of a master, but with a lingering, protective heat. "The board of directors is panicking. Silas Vane has gone underground, but he’s already leaked edited footage of the '

But hearing it all laid out the fallout, the shattered sky, the brothers falling out, the way Lyra was still lurking in the halls like a parasite it made my head spin. "He's miserable, Andrea," Julian finished, his voice lower now. "He’s been tearing the archives apart. He hasn't slept. He’s ruling a tomb, and he knows it. He knows he’s the one who held the match, even if he didn't mean to burn the house down." I looked down at my hands. They were still stained with the dirt of this world, the life I’d tried to build. I thought about the rose I’d created out of nothing, and then I thought about the purple sky returning to the Wastes.

velliam:- I told him to make distance from noble (suddenly juliana show up) juliana:- what are you doing velliam velliam:- I am just watch over my brother he was studying with your friend jammy juliana:- I am glad she open up with other people velliam:- what is your mean juliana:- she was my childhood friend and one day her father king and queen doing forbitten ritual. but the ritual failed and some how only juliana survived but when she look at dead face of her parents she lost mind. ever since she have nightmare about her parents dead. but she living with my family. she is introvert only talk to me. it's feel like old jammy is gone now. before tragedy she was kind and brave velliam:- that

I saw papers shattered everywhere and I walked over to get them out of the way of these two. I couldn’t help but see titles on the pages. Interesting. Forgotten Curse, How Magic got here and How Arcaniss came to be. I have heard stories about this Arcaniss guy. How powerful he is and such. But he is on the wolf continent. Why will there be something about him here? Suddenly I got grabbed and pulled out of the way. I landed besides Mitne on my bum and looked at the scene. Jule arrived with Caroline. Jule was laying on a borken table where I once gathered the papers.

I just need to spend some money. Julian did not let his guard down upon hearing that. Looking incredibly ferocious, he stared right at Liam. It was as if he was trying to confirm how true Liam's words were. It was after he pondered for a while that he said in a deep voice, "You're very well-informed, Mr. Miller. My family indeed has some remaining pages of an ancient manuscript. I'm sure you already know that it's called Arcane Manuscript. It has been around for thousands of years.

“Interesting. You’re in love.” Aria bristled. Damian didn’t deny it. “That makes her powerful,” Julian continued. “And dangerous.” Aria stepped forward. “Say what you came to say.” Julian studied her for a long moment. “Very well,” he said. “The Consortium is fractured. They want control. I want freedom.” “And?” Damian demanded. “And I want what was stolen from me,” Julian replied quietly. “My name. My inheritance. My place.” Silence fell. ---

she said, her hair a crazed nimbus around her, “and your dominion ends here tonight.” “Incorrect,” Julian challenged, voice echoing. “Preposterous. Don’t you know me, Babylon? Harlot?” He lifted his arms and spread them apart. “I am come, and I shall come again. Forever and always. Unto the end of all time.” Biting her lip, Katelyn stood. She clasped her hands together, fingers interlaced around the ring, feeling its dangerous pull. Her eyelids were squeezed shut, head bowed sweetly as if in prayer. She let the darkness course over her, all that aloneness, so vast and devoid of light. Riding in, swallowing her like black sand. Distantly she heard Julian continue:

To Julian, she was like a sister he didn't want—a constant reminder of the world he was trapped in. "Julian!" Ariel chirped as she reached him. She forcefully wrapped her arms around him, leaving him no choice but to hug her back. Her fingers traced the tattoos on his forearms. "Look at you! Paris was so boring without you. You look absolutely divine in this denim... very rebel king, don't you think, Papa?" Romanus approached. His sharp eyes immediately noticed Julian's stressed mood and the way he was positioned to run away. He didn't need to ask questions; he knew Julian better than anyone. He placed a heavy hand on Julian's shoulder, a gesture that was both loving and a strict command.