King Julius Black Clover Novels & Stories

Julius took the knights with him to the dark tower to defeat whatever evil lurked inside of it; it was by the orders of his older brother. His brother's name is Harald of Midland, the earl, and chieftain of Loftain. He is the man who makes sure his city is kept secure by its walls, which stay away from any stranger, especially the demons. For about fifteen years, Julius served as the leader of the knights and squires and was very skilled with the sword. He and his brother protected Midland's people from carrying on their father's legacy and were never afraid to act accordingly. Both of them swore their allegiance to their father, and both vowed to fight to the death against the night creatur

There was no longer any pity or love for him. “I don’t want to spend my breath on you,” Julia said, and she left the store after buying the coloring book and crayons for Julius, who was set to turn five tomorrow. Her loose hand was suddenly caught by him, and she was pulled close to his chest. “You forget to ask me to come with you.” Joshua had a mask covering his face, yet his aura and build drew others to him. Many people stole glances to determine who this man was and whether the celebrity was being concealed by the mask.

assistant"> The rain had finally stopped, but the air over the Blood Moon Pack remained heavy with tension. Every warrior at the border stood alert, claws partially extended, eyes locked on the lone figure standing beyond the tree line. Alan. Former Alpha of Blackthorn. The man Julia once loved. The man who destroyed her. And now… The man who had returned carrying answers no one else possessed. George stood at the front of the border line, his posture cold and immovable. Julia remained slightly behind him, surrounded by warriors despite her protests.

"Fool, I'm giving you one chance. Come out and face me, or your end will be miserable." The other party flew into a rage. "You're asking for death!' Julius's expression turned icy as he suddenly raised his hand and struck toward the trees above. A massive shower of leaves fell, along with a figure tumbling down in disarray. The moment he hit the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. "C-Could you really be the head of the Divine Alchemists', Julius Bowen?" the injured Umbral Peak Sect disciple gasped, clutching his chest in shock.

Vexa mouthed. ‎ ‎I blinked behind my veil. ‎ ‎"He's losing his mind," she whispered, loud enough for only me to hear over the music. "He'll burn the world to get to you. Just hold on." ‎ ‎A spark of hope—hot and bright—flared in my chest. ‎ ‎Kaelen. ‎ ‎I looked toward the altar. ‎ ‎Standing there, in his wheelchair, was Julius. He was dressed in ceremonial red robes that swallowed his withered frame. He looked like a dried spider in a pool of blood.

Hope had truly returned to Blackthorn. Killian stood at the center of the clearing, surrounded by his high commanders. Dressed in midnight-black ceremonial robes embroidered with silver wolves cascading down the trim, he looked every bit the formidable Alpha King. Yet, his sharp gaze completely ignored the conversations around him, searching the edges of the forest for only one specific person.

No wonder he is a king. "You can turn their own shadow against them" "I can do pretty much anything I want" "And no one knows it?" "I keep it close to the heart but my council senses some of my power. They have to if I need to be a king. Everyone only knows that I kill people with a blink. They don't know how" "And only I know how it is done?" "Yes" "That's heavy Bones. Then how come you got captured in the first place? Wait, your memories!!!! Do you remember everything now?"

Curry sighed in disappointment, shaking her head side to side as I continued, calling them back to reality. "The only help Claudia needs now is us, guys. That's why we are having this meeting in the first place, our salvation lies somewhere around this shitty hole of an institution, it's left for us to find some spades and dig it up." I chipped in. "On that, Julius you said you have a clue on Karl? Do you mind sharing?" Mercury queried and everyone turned towards Julius to spill. Julius cleared his throat, sat up and started, "Helion, I know you took his picture from my nightstand the last time you came to my room though, you could have simply asked.

– Reed says laughing, but the sound of his laughter doesn't last long, when Julius' fist hits Reed in the stomach, bending the 17-year-old in half, and making him spit out acid and blood. -Were you saying? – Julius asks. - Asshole, I'm going to kill you. – shouts Reed and throws himself at Julius with all his strength. Contrary to what Reed had seen up to that point, Julius showed a strength that his cousin didn't know he had. Julius, at 16, was the strongest cadet in the royal troops. He would defeat any man in one-on-one combat, no matter his age or years of training. Julius was a natural, largely thanks to his genes as a future king and Alpha of the royal pack.

His brother-in-law didn't fight with him because the man thought his plan was stupid. “Forgive me, my wife,” Julius said in a low tone. He was ready to die tonight. He began to close his eyes as the red-eyed wolf leapt at him. Julius stood still as his body was clawed and thrown deep into the forest. The man coughed loudly and spit blood from his lips. As his consciousness thinned, Julius smiled as he saw a woman resembling his wife running towards him. “I apologize for not being able to keep my promise,” he said in a low tone, then the darkness took away his consciousness. Back on the battlefield, the royal warriors were frantic as their ranks dwindled. Meanwhile, the Black Lotus werewolves