Julius Black Clover Novels & Stories

Julius’ eyes were completely black as he crawled off the bed and onto the floor, half-naked, searching for the exit. Reed knew to stay alert when the seal tattooed on the beta’s back emitted a black mist. Julius had no idea of this, unable to see it. So far, the seal had done a good job keeping his malicious intent restrained, but his core was always seeking freedom. Quickly, Reed chased after him.

The entire ballroom erupted into gasps. Chloe stood over him, her chest heaving, her palm stinging with a beautiful, radiant pain. She slowly raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over the shocked faces of the elite. And there, leaning casually against a velvet-roped pillar in the darkest corner of the room, she found him. Julian Blackwood. The undisputed king of the underworld tech syndicate and Liam’s most terrifying rival. He was clad in an immaculate, pitch-black suit, holding a tumbler of amber liquid. His obsidian eyes were locked onto Chloe. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't disgusted.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

She was stunned and flustered, and I was so happy I could see this moment right now. "Could you let Julius know that I still don't plan on getting back together with him the next time you guys are having s*x. Cool, thanks." I threw that in, knowing that Julius was probably still sleeping with her. I also knew that she probably didn't know he was still trying to get back together with me. "That's such a lie. He doesn't want you anymore." Clover hissed. "Really? Let's see." I pulled my phone out, ringing Julius' number, placing it on speaker for everyone to hear. He picked up on the second ring.

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.