King Julien X Mort Novels & Stories

The wounds on Justin’s face. I knew, without having to ask, that he had protected Julia until the last moment. I knew he was breathing, he was alive, however, the concern eat me alive. “We’re not on sale,” I said. “There is nothing in the world that would go with you, dirty rat.” And then that guy took a pistol from his jacket.

He hasn’t complained, but he looks half dead. “We jump,” he says. My jaw drops. “What?” “We jump.” He climbs into one of the windowsills, crouches, and holds his hand out to me. I take a step back. He wants us to kill ourselves? My head shakes. “What… You… No.” The Silver Hunters’ footsteps grow louder. They’re almost to us. I don’t know what they’ll do once they reach the top of the stairs, but I’m not killing myself as a way to avoid whatever comes next. What Alec is proposing is absolutely insane.

My lips spoke the words before I could stop them, a smug smile forming on my face. Damien chuckled, the kind of chuckle you'd expect from a mad man. "Oh we have tabs on what your little Alpha mate is doing, don't you worry about that." I tilted my head in confusion. How would he know what Killian was up to? "Oh you didn't know? We have someone on the inside. You never even noticed, did you?" Damien laughed, getting much too close to me. I growled, "Back off Damien. I'm not the same girl you tried to kill last year."

He landed hard on the cold stairs, crumbling under his weight. Julien stepped on his throat, holding him down, hesitating. Julien didn't want to have to kill Rex… his brother, but he was leaving him no choice. Suddenly, Rex twisted out from under his grasp and bit Julien's neck, taking out a chunk of fur. A low grumble resounded throughout The Harvest Moon Pack as many took a step forward to come to the aid of their Alpha.

Cassius I stormed through the gates of the pack like a goddamn hurricane. My vision was red, my mind barely hanging on to reason. Fury boiled in my chest so hot I could taste blood. Selene was dead. Throat slit. Her sanctuary scorched with runes I couldn’t decipher. And someone—someone close—had done this. Someone who didn’t want me uncovering the truth. Julian. I found him near the weapons shed, laughing like the world hadn’t just shattered. Like a witch hadn’t been murdered in cold blood. He stood there, surrounded by warriors, calm and collected like he hadn’t just erased the last person who could’ve told me what happened to Lorien.

He tried to sling an arm over Julien’s shoulder, but Julien smoothly sidestepped, leaving Adrien grasping at air. Julien gave him a flat look. “Some of us value our lives.” Adrien gaped, his mouth opening and closing like a betrayed child. “What is wrong with you? What happened to our pact to resist his tyranny together?” Julien smirked faintly, lips curving as he murmured, “May you rest in peace.” Without hesitation, he strode out the door, his steps brisk, as though something dangerous was at his back. The door shut behind him with a click.

“The King visits our pack today. He will be staying for one night. Make sure to kill that human. You failed once already. I won’t forgive a second failure. Prepare the poison…make it strong, lethal.” Julian’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I would have said to target Kaelen himself, but who knows if a True Blood can even be killed by poison? Why waste it testing, when the weaker prey is right before us?” The shadows around him stirred as his followers nodded their heads. “We will welcome them with smiles,” Julian whispered, voice dripping with malice. “We will feed them with songs, with wine, with laughter…” The air seemed to chill and his smile widened into something feral. “But tomorrow,

His dark gray irises remained cool, clear, and utterly unreadable—a flawless mirror of pure obsidian. "My father’s silence is convenient for everyone involved, Mr. Varga," Julian said smoothly, reaching out to pick up the glass. "Dead men tell no tales, but stroke victims in federal care sign no affidavits." Roman let out a rich, booming laugh, raising his glass in a salute. "By God, Julian... you are a cold bastard. Dominic spent his entire life trying to raise a prince, and he ended up creating a king who executed him without blinking." Julian didn't answer. He simply touched his glass to Roman's with a soft, metallic clink and took a slow, deliberate sip.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)