Kaisar Sihir Setelah Julius Novels & Stories

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.

Everything went to shit when Julius Darcey showed up. I don't know what a prince or princess does every day. I would imagine it would be learning royal customs and how to manage the country—wishful thinking on my part. Julius is a prodigy in the magic department, taking after Callum the Third, once called The Magic God. A being referred to as the closest person to the first Callum's power. I never lived through such a time and can't fathom what kind of power Callum the First held, but I know power leads to corruption. Julius is proof of that.

Another figure emerged from the shadows. Julian. He stood a few feet to Silas’s left, his arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted slightly to the side. There was no terror in his eyes, no fear, no regret. Just a smug look of triumph. His smirk was like a blade twisting in a fresh wound. Rage burned white-hot in my veins, but I didn’t move. Not yet. “Well, well,” Silas drawled, voice echoing. “The king comes crawling into my den. Alone. Just like I asked. Still predictable, Calix. Still a fool for love.”

he said and walked away. "B-but..." Julio stuttered again as he didn't know what to do. "Disaster! It's a disaster!! What should I say? There's no way I can tell her that His Majesty Kevin has returned with a lover! What's more the Queen!?" he thought. "Your Majesty!!! Wait!!!" he cried immediately running after Kevin. "Your Majesty! Listen to what I have to say!" #to be continued in Chapter 11.2 - Rebel

Zayden’s P.O.V. “That official Julius is the God of fate? How is it even possible?” My feral brain refused to accept this suddenly revealed identity, even though his Celestial aura and authority suggested otherwise. The official Julius was the one who knelt before King Edgar for my life and asked my dad to be cautious. Then how could he mask his evil intentions and play with my life mercilessly? The sound of bone cracking slithered into my ears, snapping me out of the daze, Blitzer howled at the top of his lungs.

Lady Camelia said. "Actually... Julius was a former friend of the late King Groendez." Grace said with a small voice. “What did you say?" Vizo asked. "Julius and King Absolen were friends in the past. They were the ones who discovered the existence of the magical stone." "That can't be..." Vizo and Vincent muttered. Then Vincent continued, "From the beginning, our people have always been hostile to witches. How could the former king be friends with such an evil witch like Julius?"