Julius Juukulius Novels & Stories

Julius immediately placed a hand on his chest proudly. “Don’t worry,” he assured her seriously. “As the unborn pup’s uncle, I won’t tolerate any suffering.” I stared at both of them in complete disbelief. “Wait,” I said slowly. “Did you just call him my don ’s uncle?” “Yes,” Doris replied proudly. “And he accepted it immediately?” “Of course,” Julius answered before Doris could speak. “It’s an important title.” Kael turned away completely because he was already laughing too hard. I placed both hands on my waist.

Just as everyone and the Lycans were panicking to avoid the rain of fire arrows, Julian threw the fireball in his hand. [Inferna] WHOOSH! Unlike what Heinrich thought, it was true that the fireball shot towards him, but not at him. Beside him, stood Ezekiel, the Crown Prince of the Euclase Empire– This was the idea that Julian had in his head when he saw Heinrich's and Ezekiel's arrival. To restore his honour, restore his great name and write him down in history, he would be the key figure who started the war. By killing the Crown Prince of Euclase.

Julius said while climbing up on the nearby table. “You are a witch too?” asked Somerzex. “A wizard!” snap Julius. “Yeah I am a wizard and your mother Diana was my elder sister, I turned myself into cat, since Salem witch trial, but somehow it became permanent, I had very bad habit to speak a lot, so one day Diana put a charm on me, locking my human voice, she break the charm when she had sent me with you in the mirror” said Julius. “You are my uncle?” said Julius while half laughing.

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.

His arms holding Sloane went completely stiff. But he refused to admit he was wrong. Utterly humiliated, he snapped his head up, glaring at Cassius with pure hostility. "Who the hell are you?" Julian gritted his teeth. "This is Valerius family business! Outsiders don't get to interfere!" Faced with his roaring, Cassius just gave a slight nod. He looked down at Julian. A dangerously cold smirk flashed in his dark eyes. "I am Cassius. Cassius Castellano."

No one knows. One of them stands out among the rest, though. Rowen Flanigan. The kid is probably six one, so he is already on the tall side for a soccer player. His bright red hair, seriously white skin, and bright green eyes draw attention. If his name wasn't a dead giveaway about his Irish heritage, his looks would be. But that's not the only reason he stands out. The kid is a machine. As a draftee straight out of college, not only is he keeping up with the veterans, it looks like he may run circles around our current starting right mid-fielder.

Yvayn replied in the same proper stuffy manner. Jullious was dressed in full travel armor that consisted of shoulder plates, a chain mail shirt, chain mail pants, and long thick leather boots. He also wore a prominent necklace with a cross on it. Jullious was a very proper sort of man: religious to the point of being a zealot. He strongly disagreed with anything not directly connected with the church, especially The Order or the wizards. He tolerated The Order because he was an even stronger believer in his subservience to the crown. The Order taught that the crown must be obeyed; therefore, Jullious was obedient to Myllyof. Jullious served as Myllyof’s guard since the king was a child. He

Ingram: Days Earlier Julius couldn't help but fume as he looked down at the barely breathing body on the ground. His demons grew on him, and he often found reason in their twisted council. He soon addressed them by their names: Eldrosk, Sephira, and Malachai. As always, they had guided Julius down a dark path. Baiting Claude into an inn, poisoning his men, yet failing to finish him off had become incredibly frustrating. "He's a powerful beastman, and you're just a pretender. Just cut off his head with his own sword," Eldrosk was the loudest.

The soft voice whispered into the lover's ear. "My name is Juventus, I'm a vampire, aren't you afraid of me?" ".....". "You like ice? Just good, I'm the lord of ice". "...." "I have a younger brother, maybe now as big as you. His name is Julie Julie, he also has the ability to control and create ice like me." Looking at the boy in front of her, her heart ached, she didn't know if it was her feelings, or that of Juventus - who was sleeping peacefully in her childhood. Quickly pushing him away, she turned around: "Sorry, I think it's time to go".

He was only going to flip out and might do something rash. “Are you sure that is what happened?” I gave a nod. “Do you want to give him a name now?” “Name? I haven't thought of that” I didn't even think of a name for him. I felt like the worst mother out there. I turned to look up at Lukas. “How about you name him?” “Me?” Kate and I waited expectantly. “Elian” he said, his face lit up a little. I nodded in approval, repeating the name in a whisper.