King Julius Black Clover Novels & Stories

Their smell gave them away. "Humans" grunted at me. How could they have? Asra sighed. "I was hoping so." I nodded and without thinking twice, I made my blades emerge from the darkness. How long had it been since I last got into combat? Maybe I was a little rusty, but it would certainly be enough to deal with those humans, after all, I was still the great black king and had that title for a reason. My body was shrouded in shadows and my eyes shone in a rosy hue, it meant only one thing: my enemies would become empty corpses.

The Alpha King snorted, "Give up. You are no match for me, I am ten times stronger and faster and I also happen to be a healing Nightengale Warrior." Clovis snarled at him while he flashed him his fangs, and he spread his arms to his sides with claws emerging from his nail cuticles. "You haven't seen anything yet," Clovis grunted. The Alpha King inhaled sharply as he observed the veins on Clovis' arms turn black. He moved his attention to Clovis's claws, which were also black. Then the Alpha King swiftly tore his dark blue shirt off his back, twisted it, and wrapped it diagonally over his chest to shield his twin hearts from Clovis's venom-induced claws.

The entire ballroom erupted into gasps. Chloe stood over him, her chest heaving, her palm stinging with a beautiful, radiant pain. She slowly raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over the shocked faces of the elite. And there, leaning casually against a velvet-roped pillar in the darkest corner of the room, she found him. Julian Blackwood. The undisputed king of the underworld tech syndicate and Liam’s most terrifying rival. He was clad in an immaculate, pitch-black suit, holding a tumbler of amber liquid. His obsidian eyes were locked onto Chloe. He wasn't shocked. He wasn't disgusted.

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.”

His hands linger over my body as I pull myself quickly out of his grasp. It's not a long drive back to the pack reservation through the majestic red wood forest. We enter through the tall gates, and I can already see my father stood waiting for me. He doesn’t look happy if the scowl on his face is anything to go by. Julius doesn’t cast a threatening shadow by werewolf standards, but those who know Julius know there is more to him than meets the eye. A vicious and ruthless killer, he now commands his pack by consent. The white pickup stops about ten feet from where he is stood. ‘Remember Keeva, he always does what he believes is best for the pack.’ I give Zev the only smile I can muster and j

I asked once we were in the throne room. "I am Alpha—" He began, but she cut him off with a glance. "He is Jude and Juliet's father, Your Highness." Her voice skimmed the room, light and arrogant. "From the list of attributes you mentioned about him, you never told me he was dumb." A flicker passed between them, and he straightened. "I am Alpha Corvin of the BlackOut Pack." "Your name sounds rhythmically close to mine," I murmured. "I hope she didn't put you up to that."