King Julius Black Clover Novels & Stories

She recognizes Julius's all-too-familiar voice, and a shudder of revulsion courses through her as she squints into the darkness, straining to hear what he's saying. "Well, well," Julius says smugly. "You must be Alexander, the head of the Dark Wolves." He sneers at him as he speaks. "I am, of course, Julius of the Bloody Sapphire. You surely know who I am." It wasn't a question. Alexander's body tenses in response. He longs to smash Julius's face into a bloody mess but decides to let him finish whatever he came to say. "Go on," Alexander replies with disdain. Lemuel and Alexander wait in anticipation, their muscles tightening further as they observe the scene before them.

And in a matter of seconds, the men had dragged me into a cold dark room and shut the door. I laid helplessly, the stench of old urine and rotten food hung in the air and over my nose. I could literally see smoke dance from the coldness of the room, and all these sent shivers to my spine. "Newest addition." Julius' voice landed, and I shivered. This was the worst nightmare any werewolf would want. Julius was a notorious leader in the star moon who enjoyed buying slaves and turning them to whores. His stories were told far and wide, his victims were always fed intoxicants and other numerous bad stuffs which knocks them off for days to be conveniently raped without interference.

The sweet moment was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door and Julius vanished. Julius' POV I was resting after lunch and was not anticipating any task. It was Liora’s turn to cook, and I thought I had all day to relax - a rare luxury. Then came the thud of boots in the corridor, too fast, and urgent. The knight rushed into the quarters. "Julius!" He called out my name, even before getting to my door. His voice cracked like a whip. My body reacted before my mind. I surged upright, a cold sweat blooming across my back.

I asked. “Yes. I will tell her I tried and ask her to stop.” Dexter called her, and I heard him arguing with her. I knew Kellan wouldn’t do anything to Stella. For three months, he had been good to her. Julie kept saying how he took her to movies and on dates, and how much he took care of her. It only made me jealous of Kellan for making Stella smile. Julie showed me pictures of them kissing. It only made me want to rip my brother’s heart out. I am selfish and an asshole, I agree, but something about Kellan didn’t sit right with me from the beginning. He never would blame and act distant. He always had that kind heart, but I thought, of course, who would forgive me for killing him? I did my

Layer after layer, and something real kept waiting underneath. He typed out a message. Full background on Naomi Hart. Everything especially anything tied to Catalina Island. He sent it, leaned back, and let his eyes close for a moment. In the half-sleep that followed, the girl from his memory surfaced again. This time, for the first time in years, he saw her face clearly. At the Blackwood estate. Julian marched into the room holding his modified Newton's cradle, presenting it to Chloe like an offering. "Aunt Chloe, you're sure this'll get Dr. Holloway to change his mind? That he'll pick me instead?"

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

~~~ISABELLE~~~ I laughed, staring at the scene. A familiar pair of grey eyes with a Kent Grayson face stared back. Under his picture, all the information about him was listed. Name: Jules Blackwood Date of Birth: 14 January, 1990 Place of Origin: Green Bay Member of: The ShadowNight Pack Rank: Second in command to Damian Crown The last line made me laugh harder. It seemed like I had spent the whole day flirting with no one other than the right-hand man of my enemy. It couldn't get more satirical than this, but sometimes I liked life's sense of humour.

Clive rarely contradicted the Universal Element Priest. "This aura and pressure… Clive, stop deceiving yourself." Universal Element Priest looked at the blazing Black Lotus Flames surrounding them and shook his head helplessly. None of them dared touch those flames. Making contact would surely mean death or severe injury. This was merely a leak of power from Klondike. He had not even used his killing moves yet, but he was already so formidable. If he truly intended to kill, what then? Yet Clive claimed the situation could be saved. Was he joking? Universal Element Priest naturally did not believe him.

he gave a mock bow, his eyes never leaving mine. “Who are you? What do you want from me?’ I asked, forcing steel into my eyes. A smile widened his lips. “I need a lot of things, Princess Leah. But what I need from you is the greatest of them all.” I folded my arms across my chest, skepticism filling me as I watched the weird rogue man in front of me. “And what is that?” He let out a sharp sigh, his eyes growing sharp. “I’m Julius,” he said smoothly. “The King’s right-hand man.”

He left me the Black Cliff, a few servants who were with me before our marriage, and a lifetime support. News reaches the Black Cliff very slowly, but such a bright event could not be avoided by human rumour: on the day when the messenger returned to the capital with divorce papers, the king married for the second time, and his new wife was already pregnant. I didn't need to know the details. I felt she would give Sorfmarán the crown prince, and I would die here — childless, lonely, unable to return to the dark depths of Umbra.”