Julian Wonder Novels & Stories

It was dangerously close to the future he wanted, and for the first time in years, Julian felt like it wasn’t just a fantasy. It was already beginning.

"You'll be okay. He's waiting outside by the library." ****** Julian was in the library, but he wasn't reading. He stood by a big old globe, spinning it slowly with one finger. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt with a loose grey shirt over it, not buttoned up. He looked over when she walked in. His eyes moved from her head to her feet. "Better," he said. That was it. Nothing else. "They're ready outside. Follow me." He led her through glass doors onto a big stone patio. The morning sun was warm, and the city stretched below—buildings and trees going on forever. A man with a camera and a younger guy holding a big white circle-thing were waiting.

Julian says. "Do you think I should keep it a secret?" I ask her. "No, hell no. Alanis is perfect for you. She is everything I would ever want for you. She is kind, compassionate, and strong-willed, brother. I think she is the perfect choice for you," Julian says. "Thank you, Sister. So, how is Joshua?" I ask. Julian rolls her eyes at me. "Well, he is still Joshua. I do not know if this is what I want; you know me. I like to be free, and Joshua likes to smother me. Honestly, I am thinking about running away right now," Julian says.

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

“No… No… No… What if I killed a dark creature again? Who would’ve burnt it?” “What? Seriously?” “Yes seriously! I don’t want to touch them with my bare hand.” “Then don’t touch them! Let them fall and burn them on the floor. This is war already, be careful.” It crossed in Julian’s mind that they might be ambushed and had to face them alone if they split. In fact, many things went on his mind. He worried about her. But then, he shook the thought away as he believed in his cousin, she was a witch with many talents. He knew she would act wisely.

He was beautiful, he was peaceful, and he was a sacrifice. "Will you do it?" I asked, my voice a broken whisper. Julian looked at me, and I saw a flash of my mother’s madness in his eyes—a fanatic, selfless devotion to a design he didn't choose. "I've been sitting in this grove for twenty years, Gianna," Julian said. "I've watched the sun rise and the sun set, waiting for a brother I’ve never met. I'm ready to be the bridge. But you have to ask yourself... when he’s cured, when the Shield is human again... will you be enough for him? Or will the monster in you miss the monster in him?"

She did not hesitate to reply back to him, for he was her wish already, "Hello... Do I know you?" She asked, wobbling and blinking her eyelids as if she had seen him before somewhere and was trying to recall. "Nope, I don't think we have met before, but the looks in your eyes tells me you are new here, and need someone at least to get you to your desired destination. I am Killer Frost..." He spoke yet again with this low singsong voice which made Juliana almost speechless, and literally dying to know more about him. She felt this strong connection between both of them and the way he spoke was quite familiar...

~Elena~ The car slowly came to a stop, and Julian happily alighted. He hurried to the other side of the car and opened the door. He gave me his hand, and I took it as I also alighted. I looked around again; the place didn’t look familiar. “Where are we?” I asked. He smiled and tilted his head cutely. “It’s a surprise, remember?” he asked. “Now, I need you to close your eyes.” I chuckled and shook my head. “Just to put it out there, this is creepy as fuck. I can’t see nobody…”

Sienna breathed, rushing forward. But she stopped halfway when she saw his eyes. The glow was brighter now—subtle, but unmistakable. A soft ring of blue, swirling like a gentle storm. Not malicious. Not violent. But definitely not human. “Baby… what’s wrong?” Sienna asked softly, voice fragile. Julian’s bottom lip quivered. “I don’t know. I feel… hot. And cold. And— and buzzing.” He clutched his chest again. “Make it stop.”

His voice, a low, husky rumble, was a promise of adventure, a prelude to a day filled with wonder. Selena stretched, her eyes still heavy with sleep, her limbs languid with the lingering warmth of the bed. "Where?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. Julian smirked, a playful glint in his eyes, his expression a mixture of anticipation and amusement. "You’ll see." He was a master of surprises, a conductor of moments, orchestrating their days with a quiet, confident control that both thrilled and intimidated her.