Kaisar Sihir Setelah Julius Mga Nobela at Kwento

If she accepted Julia's performance with too much enthusiasm, Severus would know she was lying. "How could you consent to this?" Sidia asked her. "Because it is what is necessary, Your Grace." Julia stumbled forward, nearly losing her balance as she stood in front of Sidia. "Please, know that my son did what he had to do. Do not view him unfavorably. All emperors and kings must make sacrifices such as this. Please understand." She reached out with her remaining hand for Sidia, and Sidia gladly clasped it in her own hands.

Bastian leaned towards Tristan, who is trying to drown King Julius' laugh. "It isn't even funny." Bastian said in a whisper only Tristan could hear. Tristan broke off from his thoughts and glared at Bastian. "Quiet." King Julius wiped the non-existent tear in his eyes and smiled widely at Xerxes, his eyes joyful as his cheeks red from laughing too much. "Ha! It is!" He said as he nodded at his aide. There was a sudden knock on the door, making King Julius stop laughing for a moment, as it opened and a maid came into view of the men inside.

He wanted to wait for his son's call, but he didn't care to call. He shakes his ass on the throne, huffing. - You know, Julius is gay, not a girl. He is already an adult. – the queen says, while embroidering a cloth, without looking at her mate. - But he could call. He may have even found his mate, and he won't tell us anything. The queen laughs. - If Julius had found a mate, he would have already told us. You forget that he is afraid that the goddess will give him a Shewolfe as a mate.

When close to him, he took out a dagger and made a cut on my arm; I jumped back to protect myself, the cut didn't heal, and blood was still coming out, I looked at Julius confused, and that's when he started to speak. "You're stupid; you thought I would fight you without having an advantage; that cut will weaken you. This is not a common dagger. It is an extraordinary one. It has black magic that burns you inside, consuming your soul and your life slowly; it is an agony and a pain that I wish to my enemies," said Julius looking at Hansen. "With this dagger, I killed the little prince Maxon, and now it's your turn," said Julius smiling. My sight was getting blurred, I felt my body weak, I tri

I thought. My son had surpassed the princes of the neighboring kingdoms and had made me proud. Not only that, I had boasted about his accomplishments before my counterparts. "Why this?" After a while, I came up with an idea. "This rubbish will come to an end today," I resolved, cold and sharp. Julius' POV

"I'm afraid your father, the King, should be the one to inform me of this, not you." "And he will- after I've had a word with him. Isn't this why I was brought back home? To assume my position as the heir?" Julius smirked mockingly. General Zariah was left speechless yet again. It seemed her young Master had changed overnight. Not challenging further, Zariah paid her respects and left the conversation in a state of displeasure. Nevertheless, she would approach King Caesar regarding the matter.

Julius’ demeanour shifted, as though he was half way convinced. “You might be right, but it doesn’t matter how many rogues we get through if Adrian can so much as reach out and touch Maia. If he can get to her, he and I both know it’s all over.” “Give Maia a little more faith, Mate.” Eve spat her words, making her offence at Julius words known. “I have known Seth for many life times, and I have known the Moon Goddess even longer. Her guidance has given me enough insight that I am confident we will have no problems taking him down.”

Augustus began to call for Soraia in his dreams echoing around him. Sheila whimpered - no, please, no. Miranda looked up at the sky that seemed to have been swallowed up by a black hole and shuddered when her mind caught sight of Julius Cesar's evil face. - Come to me, my queen," Julio Cesar called, and the earth then exploded in a wild whirlwind along with splinters of wood. -Soraia!!! -No!!! Shouted Augustus and Sheila respectively as they got up on the bed confused with themselves.

“J-Julian. I’m Julian.” He tried to pull his hand back after the shake, but Caesar held on for a second too long, his eyes boring into Julian’s as if trying to peel back all his secrets. “Relax, kid,” Caesar said, a slow, dangerous smile playing on his lips. “I’m not gonna eat you… or not yet.” He was charming, saying all the right things, but it only made Julian feel more like a mouse caught in a trap. The air grew heavier with every passing second.

He was here to get revenge not women. Traveling to Osakar he had disguised himself as their king Alexander and with some help from Nora and Julian he got hold of all the information he needed. Julian had put Alexander to sleep and Nora hid his body with a spell. Lucian didn’t think it would be that easy but he soon realized that witches could do much more than he had thought. The question was could he trust Julian and his sister?