Julian The Arcana Novels & Stories

“Beatrice Vermon. Your aunt. Julian’s mother. Let’s see if she was the saint Julian claims she was.” I sat at the desk, pulling out a leather-bound ledger. As I flipped through the pages, the ‘Pure Vermon’ narrative Julian had fed me began to dissolve. “Aris, look at these dates. This was months before the merger with the Blackwoods even started.” “What is it?” Aris leaned over my shoulder.

And not just the innocent person he said he knew. Lucian moved closer and gently lifted my chin to meet his gaze. He crouched down, his gaze exploring every part of me, every inch of my skin. “Just because I knew you doesn’t mean I should change, Julia.” “You don’t know me well enough. The person you knew is gone.” I bit my lips, tasting the copper as it sliced my tongue. “I don’t really know you at all. That’s why I asked you to stop calling me Jules.”

His lips trembled, trying to find words to deny it, but his voice seemed to have vanished into thin air. "You, how could you know?" Arthur whispered hoarsely. "I know everything about you, little brother," Julian patted Arthur’s shoulder roughly. "So, my advice is to keep your mouth shut about my wife and her jewelry. If I hear you or Natalie mention Claire’s name in any scandal again, those embezzlement documents will land on Grandpa’s desk before the sun rises tomorrow morning. Understand?" Arthur could only nod weakly, his legs feeling like jelly. Julian turned and left the balcony without looking back, leaving Arthur standing frozen in terrifying fear.

His silver eyes roamed over her, and for a fleeting second, the coldness flickered into something raw and hungry. ​"Acceptable?" Lyra challenged, tilting her chin. "I feel like a trophy you’re about to put on a shelf." ​"Tonight, you are a shield," Julian corrected, stepping into the room. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of silk gloves. "And remember the rule: No matter what my brother Marcus says to you, you do not react. He will try to find the crack in the foundation. Don't give him one." ​"And what if the crack is you, Julian?" she whispered as he moved closer to fasten the clasp of her bracelet.

They were awfully close… and completely unaware of their surroundings. “They’re just chatting,” I explained. I wasn’t sure who I was trying to persuade: him or myself. “They’re friends. She’s only trying to console him.” “Don’t be silly. Is that how your friends treat you?” I wouldn’t know. I don’t have friends. “You saw how he reacted when I insulted her, didn’t you? He’s like a rabid dog. He was ready to snap my neck.” Was that what happened that time? “This Jade,” Julian continued. “She’s an occult and her whole family is close to the king and has some kind of influence on him. Are you not at all concerned?”

Donovan. She walked through the doors, hesitating, looking at everything around her. Her gaze fell on Gabriel, who was studying her in turn. I felt an uncomfortable sensation in my chest, related to jealousy. But I wasn’t jealous of the warlock. Was I? Nah, someone like me could never feel insecure. Juliet was mine, so the mother moon decided. And a warlock would never be a match for me. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company. I can come back later,” she murmured.

Julian concludes: "He has angels as allies."

“I just used a bit of common sense. After Zelma shifted, you would have brought her around to cheer her up since it has been such a tedious process to her. Not only did you come alone, you have been too distracted and you have almost knocked into a few people without noticing. And your expression is very tense. It seems like you have just uncovered a one thousand old treasure, but before you could enjoy the fruits of your labor, someone came and snatched it away from you! But you could only look on without doing anything, because you know that fighting will be meaningless! You also look like a protective father who doesn’t want to marry his daughter off, but you don’t have a choice, since if

He was whispering. “Yes.” “I should have told you this even before she stormed here and ruin our peace. She is a horrible God and that anomaly, was Zeus’ way to make her pay for all the deeds she had committed.” ”How? Julienne, I do not understand.” Julienne pressed a thin leather notebook in my hand and let go of me. “Go.” “What is this?” “Do not act dumb, that is a notebook. Go warn the anomaly. I will buy you time.”