Julius Endoskeleton Novels & Stories

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.

Perhaps because she no longer resisted, or merely out of his own desire, he turned her onto her stomach. Julius pulled her pants down to the base of her back, Jenny became aware that she was clad in oversized sweats and a sweatshirt. She wondered if they kept spare clothes for victims, like uniforms for prisoners returning to the world, or for those whose garments were cut away after accidents in hospitals. Unlike before, he didn't bother to undress, and she felt him release himself from his pants. He grasped her hips, lifting her rear towards him, and the pain exploded anew, piercing her like a knife. Jenny's mouth opened to scream, but as she inhaled, Julius placed something in her mouth,

He had torn through the ceiling to beat Jack to the top. He stood in the center of the storm, three meters of nightmare. His suit was gone, replaced by an exoskeleton of bone and dark red muscle. His hands were claws large enough to crush a car engine. His tail—a thick, spined appendage—lashed behind him, cracking the concrete. "No audience," Valerius rumbled. His voice was deeper now, vibrating in Jack’s chest. "No tricks. No girls with magnets. Just us." Jack walked forward. He stopped ten paces away. He looked small. Human. Vulnerable.

It revealed a man, none other than James. After countless years of searching for the Koloretsua Stone within the Endlos, James had finally found it. His soul fused with the stone, but when he flexed his muscles and bones, he found his movements to be cumbersome due to the transformation of his physical body from the stone, making it difficult for his soul to fully merge.

Chapter 16: The Bone Scythe ​The incinerator room was a cathedral of rust and cold iron. Silas stood there, draped in those ancient black robes that looked like they belonged in a burial mound rather than a modern hospital basement. The gold pocket watch he held clicked with a mechanical finality—tick, tick, tick—a sound that echoed against the massive, dead furnaces. ​Julian stepped in front of me, his shadow expanding until it touched the ceiling. His lab coat was gone, his shirt was shredded, and the black veins on his face were pulsing with a violet light that made him look like a god of the underworld.

and there's a single humerus, a couple of the larger ribs, a scattering of vertebrae and other bones which, with my limited knowledge of anatomy, I can't put a name to. Juliana's skull lies, resting on one cavernous cheek, amid the scatter of bony detritus. Only a few dark stains on the concrete, a few ragged threads of dried flesh hanging from the skull, testify to this once being a living person. The show's over. What's left? The pain in my sunken gut is intense. When I hold out my hand, it shakes. No effort on my part brings it under control. Thirsty... I'm so thirsty...

Moreover, he couldn’t do anything inside the formation in Pompeii. His phantom was demolished before the Divine Fetus had completely perished, no less. Pop! The phantom disappeared, along with a bubble popping sound. Before he vanished, he was glaring at Alex with a chilling glare. *** In the end, Julius died an absolutely horrifying death. Julius was a prodigy within the new generation in the Lunula Sect. He was also expected to become a deity-master as well. If they wanted to think bigger, he might even become a Heavenly Emperor. Yet despite all this, he wound up dead in these Wastelands.

"You are Zendedari, brother to Enoch. I heard you were dead." "That is the story going around," Zen assented warily. "You have no memory of me? I am Julius, brother to Aidan. I have been away these last long years. The far-off mountains, the places without people, are my home." "The last I heard, you were fighting wars in distant lands." "When the mood is upon me, I fight where it is needed," Julius agreed. "I see you do also. The vampire lies dead, and you are pale beyond imagination."

The display flickered out into absolute darkness as the internal circuitry shorted out in a spray of tiny sparks. Julian let out a sharp, agonized shriek, his body collapsing over the desk as he clutched his right hand against his chest. The impact had completely shattered the delicate bones of his knuckles, blood instantly seeping through his fingers, staining the dark wood beneath him as the true silence of his total ruin filled the room.

"Three days? Julien frowned, apparently unaware that he had been unconscious for so long. He only knew that in the second half of the night in the cave, his head began to become hotter and hotter, and then he fainted. Unexpectedly, he fainted for three days! When did he become so weak? Julien compressed his thin lips tightly and was dissatisfied with the state of his body. He wanted to sit up by supporting his body with his hands. Zach saw this and quickly stopped him. "President Flint, don't move. Otherwise, the wound on your back will open up. Your internal organs have not recovered. You need to lie down and rest." "Internal organs?" Julien's face changed slightly. "What happened to my vis