King Julien X Mort Novels & Stories

And each time Juliana watched that part of the video, she would shut her eyes until the noise of the gunfire was over and then, when she opened her eyes, she would no longer recognize the face of her mother in the video anymore. "Damnit, you should not have finished her off already! I fucking needed her to watch him die and not him watching her." Blade exclaimed vociferously, feeling enraged and half excited at the same time, because he loved the way Kent killed her while she was about crawling on her stomach towards Michael, her husband. Michael slowly lifted his face and his eyes moved even faster to behold the sight and to see what they had done to his wife. The bloody tears that rolled d

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.

“It’s…” “Julian,” Alaric finished for him, barely able to croak the name out. Julian was dead.

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.

"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.)

The man who had been the product of a forced alliance, the man who had tried to find the love his father Niall had lost, only to be murdered by his own brother, Asmodeus. The vision snapped back to the present. "This isn't the first time your blood has stood in this hall to face mine," Killian’s voice rumbled in her mind, his eyes glowing gold as they reached the final landing. "But it will be the last time a Devonshire tries to take this house," Anna replied, her voice echoing the regal authority of the McKinnleys. The massive oak doors of the foyer groaned as Julian, now radiating the full power of the High King, stepped forward. Beside him, Sophie stood like a sentinel, her hand resting o