King Julien X Mort Novels & Stories

Julian said such terrible things to me without any hesitation in his eyes. "Do not, I beg you. If you want to get revenge on Noah, just hurt me. Not my husband," I begged. Julian chuckled irritably, "hmmm, you think I'm doing this without risk. I could have died first. But because I have you as my prisoner, my position is superior. But even if I die, it's fine. The important thing is I have succeeded in destroying Noah, and Kayla has succeeded in beating you up," Julian laughed and left somewhere. leaving me alone in my anxiety

The woods behind them are uprooted at flown miles away while they tremble in terror. “I am your queen whether you approve or not. My mate is all that matters. Got it?” she roars while Xael shakes his head and gazes at me. “You are very good at destruction, Mate.” That tone makes my heart skips a bit. “We have an audience. Behave,” Xaden warns us while we laugh. Julius’s kingdom is not too bad after they know how crazy their queen is. The wedding and processes are done and dusted when Xael decides to make his stand clear.

Julian dodged it, rage coating his features in the process. "And if she stays here she will kill all of us! You saw what happens to her when she loses control! This is the best decision we can make! Not just for her sake, but for the entire country!" Julian hollered back, his fists going white by his sides. His eyes had long since started glowing a deathly red. If he wanted to be king so fucking badly, then I would let him have it.

“He is Harvey Stone. He is the henchman, he just doesn’t look the part but he has a huge following and most importantly he does not care of the rules.” Helena sat helplessly on the bed and covered her face with her hands. This was a total sign of despair and distraught. Zac sat beside her, wanting to hug her but knew that a hug won’t just be hug..they do not have control over their bodies once their skin brushes against each other and now is not the best time to be frisky. “How did it went?” “I did not find who did that to Julienne but I do have a hunch as to who is to be blamed for his death. I do not care if she is a Goddess...Oh my..I think we might have something!”

He raised his voice and said, "Good! Very good! Julien, you are truly my good son! Your vision is beyond comparison! Since you have this determination, I'll assign this task to you." Julien's decision to go to Oskia was not truly about seeking out Salem and Edmund. He simply wanted to use this opportunity to meet with Charlie to express his loyalty. But from Harrison's point of view, Julien's voluntary action meant that his son was wholeheartedly sharing his concerns and solving his problems. In fact, there was an information gap between Harrison and Julien. Harrison didn't know the true owner of the Healing Pill and the secret behind it. All he knew was that the pill belonged to Helena.

Xavier said to her. Julia smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing herself onto him and whispering softly. “You’re welcome, hubby. Remember, you can’t ever remove this ring from your finger for a second nor can you see any other girl; otherwise, I don’t mind killing her on the spot.” “Oh, if you kill him, how will your husband live without you?” Xavier questioned her with a smirk. “You don’t know my husband; he won’t let any police come near me even if I kill a bunch of girks,” Julia answered proudly, to which Xavier burst into laughter, seeing her expressions and giving another shock to everyone.

"We still have to deal with the fact that Julian is out on bail. Silas pulled some strings with a corrupt judge. Julian is desperate, Vivienne. A desperate parasite is more dangerous than a hungry one." I stood up, smoothing my silk skirt. The fear was gone. In its place was a cold, calculated resolve. "Let him be desperate. He thinks he’s coming for a girl who cries. He’s about to find out he’s coming for a President who hunts." Xavier smiled a sharp, lethal expression that made my heart skip a beat. "That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan."

The silence was broken by Julien's question. Xander gave him a quick glance. "I have faith in Marc. That's sufficient for now. Julien gave a quiet laugh. "Just. But you should know that Marc isn't the only reason I'm here. Last year, my brother was killed by Karnoff's soldiers. In Marseille, he approached their smuggling routes too closely. Since then, I've been searching for restitution. Xander's face became stern. "You'll have your opportunity. However, this goes beyond simple retaliation. We have a long game to play.

The only person who couldn’t keep me from hiding my emotion was Mia. “Your presence woke me up. I didn’t know that I passed out. I am sorry, boss,” Cain apologized sullenly. “The only apology I am going to accept is your healing,” I told him. “Then I don’t owe you much,” he said with certainty, managing another smile. “Is Julian dead?” I asked Cain worriedly, unable to hold myself back. “I killed him with my hands, and to ensure that there weren't any mistakes, I tore open his chest,” Cain answered.

The child sat on the counter beside the sink, legs swinging, watching Julien with the kind of unblinking focus only children could hold. Julien’s gaze kept flicking between them all, never resting too long. He was thinner, his skin an uneven mix of pale and wind-burnt, his movements slower than she remembered. And yet his presence—God, his presence was exactly as it had been before the fire, before the noise, before they’d all been certain he’d died somewhere no one could reach. Finally, Cassian broke the silence. “You should be dead.” Julien didn’t smile. He didn’t flinch. “I should be,” he said, his voice low but steady. “But I’m not.”