Julius Endoskeleton Novels & Stories

But now, he felt a sliver of doubt that she might have had a point. However, it was only a sliver. The other parts of his confidence rested with Julius, a peak martial god. With Julius here, everything else was just background noise. The opposing clash of black and white light finally subsided. With a clatter, an object fell to the ground and promptly cracked apart. It was the life-saving pendant from Eric's chest, now drained of all energy and useless. Looking at the shattered pendant on the ground, Julius' eyes grew impossibly dark and violent.

My heels clicked sharply against the wet stone floor, echoing through the halls. The rusty iron cage was right ahead. Inside sat a heap of flesh that could barely be called human anymore. Julian was chained in the center, whittled down to a skeleton, his bloodless skin pulled tight over his bones. Months of claustrophobia and extreme agony had left him completely ruined. He was only alive because of the potent black-market injections the doctors shot into him daily. Hearing the familiar footsteps, Julian used his very last ounce of strength to lift his head.

Julius was pouring himself another glass of blood, his withered face illuminated by the glow of the monitors. ‎ ‎I saw the glass cases on the wall behind him. And there, on the bottom shelf, sitting on a velvet cushion... ‎ ‎A skull. ‎ ‎A human skull, polished and yellowed with age. ‎ ‎And next to it, a small silver ring. A woman's ring. ‎ ‎Kaelen’s parents. ‎ ‎I stumbled as the elevator doors closed, cutting off the sight of the monster in his lair. ‎ ‎Magnus didn't speak as we descended. He just gripped my arm tight.

The memory of me puking all over the keyboards was still fresh in his head, and he wasn't willing to take any risks anymore. "Jules, what's going on?" Aiden asked, taking the comm. Meanwhile, I tossed the bucket aside and leaned in to listen more carefully. "I just walked into the basement, and it's filled with... stuff," Jules answered. The terror and disgust in his voice were thick, and I looked at Aiden, puzzled. "What stuff?" I asked. "Bodies," Jules answered, sounding sick. "Bodies of women and children. All cut up and sewn up. They were trying to create more Frankenstein's of sorts.

he would step on a tile and Luciana could hear the vibrations on the other side of the platform. The exoskeleton looked too heavy for him to walk while he wore it, yet he did anyway, and Judy chewed on a piece of bone Like it was a flute. She savored the dangling strips of meat, even making sure to suck all the bone marrow out of the calcium. she couldn't care less how she looked like doing it. she had never felt so hungry, so thirsty, in her entire life. and for her to

The faster we get what we came for, the sooner I can get my mate out of here before he tries to tear into Julius. “Ah, but first. I want to ask you something.” Julius leans back and crosses a leg over the other, resting his arms on the back of the couch. Julius reminds me of Lucifer in a lot of ways. For example, his love for wearing expensive suits and his businessman demeanor. Julius is a handsome man, he looked to stop aging in his thirties, maybe early forties. He’s a pure blood vampire, over six hundred years old I believe he told me once. He has short dirty blond hair that he slicks back and kiwi green eyes. He’s about the same height as Lucifer but his muscular physique is smaller tha

] [25 --> 27] [+20 AF] "End possession." His vision went back to the screens once more. Skeletor laid on the ground, helpless and trying to crawl towards Genesis once more. "Take it easy, buddy, the help is on its way." The skeleton nodded and remained motionless on the ground while the rest of the family sped up. "All of you are now scouts, hurry up and save your brother."

He confesses that he doesn't feel up to going to school, and Travis understands, assuring him that he'll notify the school of his absence. Julius musters a small smile, appreciating Travis's understanding. With his bowl left in the sink, Julius retreats back upstairs to get dressed, his energy depleted and his spirits low. He settles for comfortable attire, not planning to leave the confines of his home on this particular day. Returning to the living room, he absentmindedly flips through TV channels until he stumbles upon an episode of "The Walking Dead." The thought of fictional zombies brings a fleeting sense of relief, a temporary escape from his own turmoil.