King Julien X Mort Novels & Stories

Juliette grabbed his warm hands between her own. "I understand if you want to banish me from the trial, I really do. I smell like a Lycan because I grew up with them. I'm sorry I had to keep it from you." Jaxon continued to stare like she was a mad man. "I haven't wanted you to mark me because my blood will posion you," Juliette stated meekly. Jaxon's reaction was immediate. He jumped up, his eyes wide with alarm. "No, that can't be, I'm a king, I can handle it," he said so quickly, it was almost incoherent.

“The Key. She touched the Aether. She wielded the power of the wellspring. Who is to say the corruption is not in her now? That she is not a new Exile in the making?” A tense silence descended. Old fears, older than the mountain, surfaced in the eyes of many. I was an unknown. A variable. A human who had done the impossible, and that was inherently terrifying. Before I could respond, a weak, rasping voice spoke from my arms. “She… is my Luna.” Every head snapped to Kaelen. His eyes were still closed, his body limp, but his voice, though frayed, carried the unmistakable, unshakable authority of the King.

Bloodcurdling screams echoed through the High Council hall. Two elite Enforcers pinned Julian down on the execution block. "Julian Thorne. Charged with the murder of a pureblood heir and treason. By law, you are stripped of your titles as Captain of the Guard and Lord, and all your power will be drained." With two sickening snaps, the Grand Inquisitor ripped out Julian's fangs with his bare hands. Thick, black blood sprayed everywhere. The once-arrogant Captain convulsed violently, letting out an agonizing, guttural wail.

Julian’s face went ghostly white, a reaction Elena had never seen in him, not even when the Vipers had them cornered at the docks. "Julian?" Elena asked, sitting up and pulling the blanket around her. "Who is that?" Julian didn't answer for a long moment. He stared at the screen, his jaw working as if he were trying to swallow a piece of broken glass. "My brother," Julian finally whispered, the words sounding like a death sentence. "Dominic." "You said you didn't have any family left besides Silas," Elena noted, her heart beginning to hammer again. "I don't," Julian said, his eyes turning to cold flint as he looked at the silhouette on the screen. "Dominic was declared dead ten years ago. He

Julian wasn't dead. The wight I had just destroyed had been a decoy. The real Julian Crescent stepped out from behind the heavy iron pipe organ on the high balcony. He looked identical to the vessel the same charcoal-black hair, the same predatory golden eyes but his aura wasn't a static, oily frequency. It was hot, thick, and laced with the genuine, unyielding authority of an Alpha born to command. He didn't carry a silver axe; he held a standard Southern enforcer saber, the steel gray and unadorned.

The scout looked up with wide, glassed-over eyes, his voice trembling with a final, horrific revelation: "It's not the Sunfang, my Lord... It's Julian... He didn't die in the tundra... He's wearing the armor of the First Prime's vanguard... and he just declared war on the West!"

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

Donna had been the one to help me when I had my very first period and she gave me warm milk and chocolate whenever I craved it. "Yes please!"I grinned as he led me back to the attached small room, turning away so I could change before leaving the training area with him. We entered our room and were shocked to find Edward sitting on the couch, silently contemplating if he should remove himself from it, as if we'd left germs on it."What is it?"Julian questioned, closing and locking the door behind himself. I settled onto the bed, resisting the urge to fall asleep. They sat across from each other and soon began talking business."You were right, we found them all. Half of them have been killed i

Killian: “He is the bastard that killed Sergio.” Vladimir said, showing me the man who was dead at our club. “And he died how?” I asked and he shook his head. “He killed himself when he was caught. The man grew too drunk and exposed himself to Rena, the thing is, he didn’t realize that he did until she was trying to get out of the room. The woman ended up getting hurt and is being tended to right now, but just as she was about to report the situation, the man killed himself.” He explained and I nodded as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Kaitlyn, who was sitting in front of him, hesitated before saying quietly, “Young Lord York, Julian’s a pretty ambitious person. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t travel all the way to the Island Nations to finish a mission.” “You should be careful of him.” “It looks as if we’re supposed to be dealing with Queenie, but we might just get stabbed in the back by him sooner or later.” “Besides, he’s probably really happy that you’re fighting against Harvey right now.” Vince grinned. “Julian?” “Of course he’s trying to take my position! You think he can hide his intentions from me?” “I already knew that.” “Julian’s achievement is pretty bad for us.” “I got information that he captured the person who kill