Julius Endoskeleton Novels & Stories

I jumped and fell on him, biting his shoulder and tearing off a good chunk of meat. Marcel was relentless, I wanted to kill him for taking us away from our moon, and my pup, Arko, was bleeding non-stop. I could see that his breathing was agitated. We both lunged again, and our claws met. Julius made a prominent cut on my ribs. I let out a yelp from the pain, but Marcel reciprocated by biting his foreleg. Julius lost his balance and had difficulty walking. That was the moment I was waiting to end his life, but suddenly he transformed into his human form.

Elena's POV Marcus arrives exactly one hour later. I hear the knock and my stomach does this nervous flip, Julian races to the door before I can stop him. "Marcus," Julian squeals, wrapping his little arms around Marcus's legs. "Hey buddy," Marcus crouches down, ruffling Julian's hair. "I brought dinner, and I might have something else for you too." He pulls out a toy dinosaur from behind his back, not just any dinosaur but a T-Rex with movable joints and realistic details.

He winked before sliding his thumbs in his waistband, slipping his shorts off as Celeste turned her head, but not before we caught a glimpse of his cock. “Holy shit that was-“ Celeste gasped. “Huge. That was fucking huge.” I finished her sentence, mentally picking up my jaw from the floor. Before we could fully process the enormity (pun intended) of what we just saw, Julius was standing before us in wolf form.

"Doctor, that’s... that’s impossible. Insects don't live in living tissue. They need oxygen. They need—" "They don't need what we need, Elias," he interrupted, snapping the film onto the lightbox. Click. The light revealed my skeleton, but it looked like a map of a nightmare. My humerus wasn't a solid white pillar of calcium. It was a cathedral of lace. Thousands of microscopic, hair-thin tunnels branched out from the center, spiraling toward the joints in patterns that looked terrifyingly intentional. And there, frozen by the radiation of the scan, were the inhabitants. They were opaque, spindly silhouettes—thousands of them, clustered in the hollows of my ribs, marching in columns through

One of the hinges had been twisted off, the wood splintered as if hit by a battering ram. The Broken Mirror Inside, the room was a wreckage of childhood innocence. Rocking horses had been tossed aside, and hand-painted murals of the kingdom were scorched. In the center of the room stood Julian. He looked like a corpse dragged from the depths of the harbor. His suit was shredded, his skin was blue-tinged from hypothermia, and one of his eyes was swollen shut. But in his hand, he held a heavy, silver-plated data core—the Origin Drive.

They were haggard, their skin pale and sallow from a lack of Sombra-vitamins, their eyes darting with the frantic energy of the "Old Human." In the center of the group stood a man in a bulky, hydraulic exoskeleton. It was a crude piece of machinery, powered by a rack of lead-acid batteries that hummed with a different, more mechanical frequency. This was Cassian Ares, the son of Julianna, the "Iron King" of the tunnels.

James and I hurried to tend to him. “What happened, Mr. Julius?” In response to my query, he pointed towards his snacks’ plate, the fish cakes there made me aware of the actual story. “You must have swallowed a fish bone. Am I right, Mr. Julius?” Gasping hard for air, he nodded, terrifying his assistant. James kicked out all the performers and spoke nervously. “Mr. Julius is choking on a fish bone. What should we do now, Mr. Waller?” Hospital!!! That was the only solution that came to my mind, I took out my cell phone and asked James.

The thick glass of the rocket barrier in the lower lobby of the Olympus Tower suddenly exploded into millions of grains of silica dust without the sound of the opening shot. The explosion was purely the result of a physical impact from a creature with the size of a vault that rushed in like a black meteor. The creature, none other than Julian, no longer had the appearance of a human or a wolf. He stood two and a half meters tall, his muscles exploded disgustingly from the magic poison of the Draconic Order, and all his skin cells were as black as road asphalt. His eyes were milky white, empty without any trace of humanity. Its mangled mouth continued to drip smoky saliva that melted the marb

He saw Julian and was on his feet in a second, his body positioned between the door and my bed. “Julian,” Toby said, his voice a low warning. “You’re back.” “I’m back,” Julian said, with a raspy voice. He looked at me, ignoring Toby’s defensive posture. “Lisa. We need to talk. All of us.” Julian didn’t sit. He stood by the window, the grey Seattle light catching the bruises on his neck. He told us about the House of Bone. He told us about the vault, the concrete stairs, and the smell of twenty-year-old rot.

Julius doesn't attempt to catch her. His deep blue, silk-lined jacket falls beside her, soon followed by his dress shirt. The intimidating, nude form of Julius towers over her, his intentions malevolent. He kicks her onto her back, drinking in the sight of her exposed form. Positioning himself between her legs, he salivates visibly. One hand frantically pumps his hardened cock, the other clasps her hip with unyielding strength. He teases the head of his member against her mound, causing her to shudder in horror.