King Julien X Mort Novels & Stories

“I thought you hated me and wanted me out of the way. So why?” “Hated you? Never in my life have I hated you, Chelsea. Besides, you don’t have to feel bad for Moretti because he has millions of men just waiting on a single phone call, and yes, I did kill his men because that single ambush was the only way to literally tell him and his stupid cousin to stop-“ he stopped, seemingly biting his words. “To stop what?” I persisted, folding my hands on my chest. “I know Julian was trying to fuck.” He blurted like the confused grown man he is.

The small nodd of Maeve’s head, still wrapped in her mothers arms, was the only evidence that she had heard him. I knew how much Julius hated Adrian in this moment. It vibrated through our bond in sickening waves of murderous rage. But despite his harsh ulterior, Julius knew his people on a personal level. He wanted to tell Maeve that he would fucking murder Adrian for what he had done to her, to us. That he would keep him alive as he broke bones and removed organs, not the vital ones of course, the ones you could (very painfully) live without, until he finally decided to end his miserable life.

Yifa's POV We maneuvered through countless corners, ascending numerous flights of stairs. The grandeur of the palace's interior surpassed its modest exterior. Intricate walls adorned with antiquated depictions of peculiar locales and captivating people surrounded us. My attention was immediately captivated by a particular frame we passed by. It held a picture of Killian's parents, the former King and Queen. Killian himself bore an uncanny resemblance to King Fenrir, while Derek inherited a blend of his parents' features, particularly Queen Ruby's fair, blonde locks. The striking azure hue of their eyes mirrored their father's. Lost in contemplation, I inadvertently halted my steps. Black, ev

"What is it?" "Xavier," Marcus’s voice came through the receiver, sharp, cold, and stripped of all celebration. "Julian wasn't the top of the food chain. He was working for someone else. And whoever it is... they just sent us a message." Xavier’s eyes went dark, his hand tightening around Selah in the quiet dark of the room as the next storm began to gather on the horizon.

She went looking for a story. She found a curse. Kelsey Jones is a desperate reporter chasing an anonymous tip about a dead crypt in the Carpathian Mountains, and the moment she touches the ancient dagger inside it, she triggers something that hasn’t moved in a hundred years. Now she’s trapped in a gothic castle with the most dangerous creature in the hidden world, a Lycan King so cursed he kills to survive and shifts into a monster by night. He looks at her like he’s seen her before. Like he’s been waiting. Like she belongs to him. She has seven days before the curse becomes permanent. She has a glowing dagger that can end him. And she is slowly, terrifyingly, forgetting every reason she ha

No guilt. He just stood there looking back at me like he had absolutely nothing to hide. “If I wanted your father dead,” Julian said, his voice calm, “he would already be in the ground. I do not use a coward’s weapon to destroy my enemies. Poison is for cowards. I am Julian Cross. I destroy my enemies in broad daylight, on trading floors, where the whole world can watch.” He leaned closer until his chest pressed against mine. His grip stayed firm, but not enough to hurt.

I exhaled hard and pressed the heel of my hand against my own erection. Julian:You’re going to get me fired. Enzo: Come get me off. Your choice. Tell me what you’d do if you were here right now. Julian: I’d climb into the back seat, push you down, and take that cock out so I can put my mouth on it. Enzo: Fuck. Keep going. Julian: I’d suck you slow at first. Let you feel every inch. Then I’d go deeper until you start cursing.

"Everything you suffer, I take into myself. Do you want to kill me? Go ahead. But know that when I die, the cage breaks. Everything I have taken from you—every sickness, every toxin—it all goes back into the air. And this city will be a graveyard by sunrise." The silence now was not the silence of waiting, but of profound, terrifying awe. Julian stepped out from behind Kael, his face composed, his eyes locked on the horizon. He didn't look at the mob. He looked like a king who had already won. The contrast between the fragile, dying man in the iron armor and the regal, untouchable Prince was enough to shatter the mob’s resolve.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, but when I did, I saw the dark figure stabbing Archer, like in my dream. “I’ll find it. Just make sure Killian is safe. We can’t have the rogues getting their hands on him,” I shook my head and said. “Ellie…” “I’m okay, Julie. I know he’s not dead. He can’t be, because he’s the Lycan King. No Lycan King can be that easy to kill.” “Okay then,” Julie clapped her hands together, “You’re right. My cousin is the strongest wolf this kingdom has ever seen, he can’t die easily.”

His face darkened as he stormed out of the room. "Hello boss….. There was a terrible shoot out between Juliet and Julius this evening. I heard Julius nephew died and the reason was because they failed to kill Julia" an informat said from the other end. Rugger face grew ugly "look for her wherever she is and bring her to the villa" he ordered and flounced out of the hospital.