King Julien X Mort Novels & Stories

They were awfully close… and completely unaware of their surroundings. “They’re just chatting,” I explained. I wasn’t sure who I was trying to persuade: him or myself. “They’re friends. She’s only trying to console him.” “Don’t be silly. Is that how your friends treat you?” I wouldn’t know. I don’t have friends. “You saw how he reacted when I insulted her, didn’t you? He’s like a rabid dog. He was ready to snap my neck.” Was that what happened that time? “This Jade,” Julian continued. “She’s an occult and her whole family is close to the king and has some kind of influence on him. Are you not at all concerned?”

He only wanted his queen back, and he was ready to fight the entire world to make it happen. Julian’s eyes flashed with a dangerous determination as he thought about the picture of Shawn Sterling on his feed. He wouldn't just sit down quietly in his luxury room and let those wolves take her away from him. He wouldn't let some rich European guy swoop in and claim what belonged to him just because of a stupid media misunderstanding.

A motorbike approaches the second group and when it stops, the man riding it takes off his helmet, puts it in front of him, and leans over the motorbike, joining in on the conversation with his friends. - Who's that? – Romeo asks. - The one with the motorcycle? – one of the girls asks. - Yes. - That's Julius, the eldest son of the werewolf king. - I didn't know he also studied here. – Romeo says. - The college director must be having mental orgasms by now with the donations she received this year. In addition to the normal ones to keep us in separate classes, there is still royalty here. Everyone laughs at the comment. Romeo didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. He used his vam

Meanwhile as the fight raged on, no one noticed Julien who was slowly making his way through the frenzy, slipping between the fighting wolves with a syringe clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes never left Dana’s silver wolf as he closed the distance. More wolves joined the fight, the air thick with the smell of blood and rage. Dominik stood at the center of it all, watching in manic ecstasy at the bloody mess around him. Eight wolves were already dead. Two by Dana’s claws and six by Marcus’s. Things had gotten messy fast. ‘Dee!’ Marcus shouted through the mind link as he spotted Julien lunging towards her but it was too late. Julien drove the syringe into her, emptying its contents in one

He looked like a man who was ready to kill. ​“Julian Thorne,” Xavier said, his voice a low, lethal purr. “The man who leaves women in burning buildings. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” ​“The Blackwell heir,” Julian sneered. “You look just like your father. Especially with that gun in your hand.” ​“Leave,” Xavier said. “Now. Before I decide that the carpet needs a new shade of red.” ​“I’m not leaving without the drive,” Julian said. He reached into his jacket, and for a second, the air in the room froze.

Just as she entered the bulletproof black Maybach, Chloe's shoulders were covered by a dark overcoat belonging to a super giant man whose head was not captured on camera - Alexander Sterling, the King. Julian's chest felt as if it had been stabbed by hundreds of rusty knives at once. His breathing stopped. The wolf howled in pain as if its skin was being sliced ​​alive from the inside. Blind jealousy, regret, brokenness, disgust, all stirred into a vomit of deadly self-hatred. "C-Chloe..." muttered Julian, stretching his dirty hand forward, as if he wanted to wipe the woman's face from afar but the screen suddenly turned off.

They were powerful, tricky monsters as the humans called them. So when Julie first heard about her being married off to a alien, she broke down. She was so angry and terrified that she had planned to run away. But on the night that she planned to escape, her father, the king foiled her plans and stopped her before she could even leave her room. Juliet adored her father and looked up to him not only because he was the current king and also the only Guardian of the dragons and humanity's hero, but because he was her beloved father. King Jeremy Silverado, Julie's father was also the head of the house of Silverado, the most powerful human noble family in the entire Land of Matodora.

"The inner circle... they've accepted the cartel's buyout!" "It wasn't a buyout," Julian rasped, spitting a mouthful of dark blood onto the stone floor as he forced his broken body upright. His stormy gray eyes burned with a terrifying, apocalyptic clarity. "It was a coup. They didn't want a King who bled for a queen; they wanted a weapon they could control."

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