King Julius Black Clover Novels & Stories

Julius's anger has blinded him, turning him into a predator, driven by a primal instinct to protect what's his. The man's groans grow weaker, his body slumping to the ground. "Good, he deserves it," Julius growls, his voice laced with venom. My heart sinks as I realize the extent of Julius's transformation. This is not the man I fell in love with, the gentle soul who would do anything to keep me safe.

He was no match for a Xeus alpha—they were much faster, even in their non-shifted state, than omegas. Slowly, Jules emerged out of the bushes. Terlaine made a surprised noise, but Jules didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. He was too busy glaring at the duke. “And who are you?” Westcliff said, his green eyes flicking over him without much interest. Dismissively. Jules flushed. “It’s Liam Blake’s younger brother,” Terlaine said. “James, I think?” Jules bared his teeth in a smile. “Close enough,” he said, still looking at Westcliff. “You will not use my brother as a pawn in your PR game,” he bit out. “Find someone else. Your Grace.”

When Julie stepped out of the castle, she was already wearing the same black cloak that Alex and his men were wearing. Her fiery dress and silver hair were now hidden under that thick and luxurious black cloak. While Alex was speaking with a man who was also wearing the same black cloak, Julie was busy looking around. She turned and looked up. She knew it was dark, but she still couldn't help but admire how intricately beautiful the castle grounds were. Even in the dark, it was nonetheless obvious to see how massive the castle was and the garden on the front yard was also vast. Her vivid thoughts could already picture the view of this place in broad daylight and she must admit, this place wa

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.

When close to him, he took out a dagger and made a cut on my arm; I jumped back to protect myself, the cut didn't heal, and blood was still coming out, I looked at Julius confused, and that's when he started to speak. "You're stupid; you thought I would fight you without having an advantage; that cut will weaken you. This is not a common dagger. It is an extraordinary one. It has black magic that burns you inside, consuming your soul and your life slowly; it is an agony and a pain that I wish to my enemies," said Julius looking at Hansen. "With this dagger, I killed the little prince Maxon, and now it's your turn," said Julius smiling. My sight was getting blurred, I felt my body weak, I tri

“My mother is right. Guards, seize him. We don’t know who he is, but he’s clearly delusional—” I let out a humorless chuckle, slow and dark. “Oh little brother, the days of your lies are over. I’m done hiding in the shadows while you poison the pack with deceit.” I take another deliberate step forward, voice thunderous now. “I am prince Julian Blackwood. Firstborn of Alpha Magnus Blackwood. Rightful heir to the Crimson crown throne. And I’ve come back… to reclaim what’s mine.” “Oh my, this just got interesting,” A murmur spreads like wildfire through the hall.

He landed with bone-jarring force on the skids, directly beside Julian. Julian let out a shriek of terror, losing his grip. Caleb’s hand shot out, not to save him, but to snatch the communicator from Julian’s belt. He shoved Julian away with a brutal kick, sending him plummeting back into the inferno of the collapsing tower. “This is King Blackwood,” Caleb’s voice boomed through the helicopter’s speaker, calm and utterly ruthless. “Julian Thorne is dead. The Lunar Key is mine. And the next Thorne who sets foot on my land, or so much as looks at my mate, will meet the same fate.”

Julian helped her to sit up and rested her back against the bed head. “Thank you,” she thanked him. “Don't mention,” said Julian. “I know you are not a werewolf, but have you heard about the Black Soul Pack?” she asked. “Sure, I have been there before. I know about Alpha Ryder Winterfield as the alpha king of that pack.” Julian responded. “Wow! You must have been attending the blue moonlight celebration in different packs.” “Not really. I just knew him because he is a famous alpha king. Moreover, I was once a knight, and as one, you need to know a lot, you know.” Julian explained.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.