King Julien X Mort Novels & Stories

Still smell that maddening vanilla and salt. The heavy oak doors didn't just open; they hit the wall with a hollow thud. I didn’t turn around. I didn't need to. The scent of unearned arrogance and cheap cologne told me exactly which Kingsley had decided to commit suicide tonight. "You’re a hard man to reach, Uncle," Julian snapped. I took a slow, deliberate sip of my drink, watching his reflection in the window. He looked pathetic. His tie was loose, his eyes were wild, and his Alpha aura was leaking out of him like air from a punctured tire. He was desperate.

, Erin asks. Julius closes his eyes, lost in his old memories and surfing down them to find an answer to her question. Suddenly he opens his eyes as if he is enlightened by God, "You remember that boy whom I rejected to train?", he turns at Serena. Serena frowns her eyes at the reply, unable to get who he is referring, "....You mean Lord Raphael's son….Uriel Quoren?" "YES! EXACTLY!..Did I ever tell you the reason? You know...his whole core was dark!! There wasn't any hope left. So…it was better to let him be.", Julius sadly ends his line where he started in excitement.

The color drained from Julian's face. "That's... that's a fake!" he shrieked. "You forged that recording!" "Forged?" Killian sneered, pulling out a stack of photos. "Then are these fake, too?" The photos scattered across the floor. Each one was a clear shot of Julian meeting secretly with members of a human hunter organization. There were even bloody images of him killing a pup from his own pack. "Oh, my god..." someone choked out. "Prince Julian was working with human hunters?"

Puzzled, Julien asked, "But he has no one else left to do his dirty work. Why would he kill Sheryl?" "Justin is just a complete psycho. A total lunatic."

So it most likely happened because the other two and the ones before them were my ancestors. Prince Julian had been born way before my time and also way before my father's. History had it that Prince Julian who went on to become King Julian became the greatest vampire and King that ever walked the surface of the earth. Well, that was until he went into a rage and burnt his entire empire to the ground.

I asked the assistant beside me. “Yesterday night. Since that place is a remote one, we have just received the news not long ago.” “The report that is reaching us now says that one of the people who had gone to offer their aid was Lucien Hart, one of the mayor contestants and the alpha of the Hart pack and the president of the Hart corporation. That is all we have for now; we will keep updating the viewers if we get any new updates from our people on the ground.” I stared at the TV screen; my mind completely blank. What happened to Lucien? Is he alive, is he dead? Is that why he did not call me yesterday? But why was I only hearing the news now?

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

“I should kill you right here.” Moreau’s eyes widened in terror. “Wait, wait.. I can fix this! I can...” Julian didn’t care to hear the rest. He slammed Moreau’s head against the table once more before letting go, watching him crumble to the ground like the pathetic coward he was. Julian stood over Moreau’s unconscious body, his knuckles still aching from the force of his blows. His jaw was tight as he looked at Moreau one last time. If it weren’t for the fact that Julian needed to focus on Alexis, Moreau would’ve been in much worse shape. But right now, there were more pressing matters at hand.

"You said you would burn the world! You can't burn it if you're dead! Wake up, damn you!" ‎ ‎He didn't move. His head lolled to the side, his dead eyes staring past me at nothing. ‎ ‎"Touching," Julius rumbled from across the room. ‎ ‎The monster wiped Kaelen’s blood from his claws. He stomped toward us, the floor shaking with each step. ‎ ‎"He died well," Julius mocked. "For a stray. He bought you... what? Three seconds?" ‎ ‎Julius stopped over us. His shadow swallowed me.

He released Elena’s hip and spun around, his face paling as the heavy double doors of the east wing swung open. Killian Cross stood in the archway. He had discarded his suit jacket, wearing only his dark trousers and an unbuttoned charcoal vest that did nothing to hide the massive, lethal breadth of his shoulders. His dark, obsidian eyes were fixed entirely on Julian’s hand, a terrifying, lawless violence simmering just beneath his composed surface.