Julius Black Clover Novels & Stories

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

The aura inside Le Ciel Blanc turned as scary as the grave. Julian Blackwood, a man who once glorified pure Alpha blood, now no longer cares about the rest of his humanity. A sick obsession with Chloe boils over his sanity, awakening the mutated monster instincts that have been forced to life by Baron Vane's dark science.

~~~ISABELLE~~~ I laughed, staring at the scene. A familiar pair of grey eyes with a Kent Grayson face stared back. Under his picture, all the information about him was listed. Name: Jules Blackwood Date of Birth: 14 January, 1990 Place of Origin: Green Bay Member of: The ShadowNight Pack Rank: Second in command to Damian Crown The last line made me laugh harder. It seemed like I had spent the whole day flirting with no one other than the right-hand man of my enemy. It couldn't get more satirical than this, but sometimes I liked life's sense of humour.

Layer after layer, and something real kept waiting underneath. He typed out a message. Full background on Naomi Hart. Everything especially anything tied to Catalina Island. He sent it, leaned back, and let his eyes close for a moment. In the half-sleep that followed, the girl from his memory surfaced again. This time, for the first time in years, he saw her face clearly. At the Blackwood estate. Julian marched into the room holding his modified Newton's cradle, presenting it to Chloe like an offering. "Aunt Chloe, you're sure this'll get Dr. Holloway to change his mind? That he'll pick me instead?"

"Now is not the time to blame each other; we need to find a herb called Blood Clover, a species of the clover family that has a bright red color and is extremely rare." Diana doubted; she frowned. “Blood Clover? What is it? Why have I never heard of it?” “Rare than a four-leaf clover?” Evelyn asked. Lagan stroked his face, unable to hide his fatigue, answering the above two questions. "It is a scarce medicinal herb, which many people don't know is also normal; in the world, there are not many plants." The room was so quiet that even a strand of hair could make a sound, and we were all the same, extremely nervous.

When close to him, he took out a dagger and made a cut on my arm; I jumped back to protect myself, the cut didn't heal, and blood was still coming out, I looked at Julius confused, and that's when he started to speak. "You're stupid; you thought I would fight you without having an advantage; that cut will weaken you. This is not a common dagger. It is an extraordinary one. It has black magic that burns you inside, consuming your soul and your life slowly; it is an agony and a pain that I wish to my enemies," said Julius looking at Hansen. "With this dagger, I killed the little prince Maxon, and now it's your turn," said Julius smiling. My sight was getting blurred, I felt my body weak, I tri

Silas opened a drawer and handed her a physical photograph, its edges slightly faded. "This is Julian. He is ten years older than you. I know this is difficult, but he is the only remaining Blackwood with legal standing strong enough to replace Arthur without canceling the invitations we have already sent out widely." Claire took the photo with trembling hands. The moment her eyes fell on the paper, her breath caught. In the image, a man stood before an old warehouse that looked like an illegal workshop.

“We can’t wait any longer. There's no way we can do that. There is a terrifying, ominous aura surrounding the memorial park. Jules, gather all the fighters as soon as you can and march into the Misty Slopes.” “All of them?” As if he was aware of something, Jules’s expression changed dramatically. “Yes, all of them,” Clovis said coldly, “Including those helpers you arranged outside the family. Summon all of them!” He looked up at the dark sky. “I’ll use any means necessary to crown you as the newest patriarch of the White family before the crack of dawn.” “Roger that.”

I shrugged. Alpha Julius folded his arms across his chest, his eyes scanning my face for any signs of deceit. I hadn’t noticed it in the forest, but his eyes weren’t entirely blue. They were the colour of a savage sea, dark and untamed before melting into a copper crown surrounding his pupil. For a moment, I was completely mesmerised. Alpha Julius seemingly came to the conclusion that I was telling the truth and relaxed his posture ever so slightly. “Have you come by any other rogues in the area?” He questioned.

His brother-in-law didn't fight with him because the man thought his plan was stupid. “Forgive me, my wife,” Julius said in a low tone. He was ready to die tonight. He began to close his eyes as the red-eyed wolf leapt at him. Julius stood still as his body was clawed and thrown deep into the forest. The man coughed loudly and spit blood from his lips. As his consciousness thinned, Julius smiled as he saw a woman resembling his wife running towards him. “I apologize for not being able to keep my promise,” he said in a low tone, then the darkness took away his consciousness. Back on the battlefield, the royal warriors were frantic as their ranks dwindled. Meanwhile, the Black Lotus werewolves