Mort And King Julien Novels & Stories

Julian says. "What happened?" I asked. "He said that he was banished from your land. By King Jeremiah. And I welcomed him into my Kingdom. Everything was fine, for a very short time. Until he was starting to get my guards on his side. A war broke out and I lost. Because I didn't have anyone left to protect me. The guards that were still on my side are either dead or are also slaves themselves. That's how the city got destroyed and how he destroyed my whole Kingdom." Julian explains.

Julian became king after the tragic death of his parents. He was twenty years old back then. Young magician with no experience to rule a kingdom. He almost had no friend, except Sebastian, his loyal friend since they were little. He didn’t like to talk much, he only talked when he thought he need to or when he had to deliver an important order. Among noble women, he was famous by his good look, also by his icy attitude towards them. The only noble women he was willing to talk to were his mother and Lady Hilda, the later was his cousin and the next in line for the crown of Down East Kingdom.

Julian continued. “What do you want me to do?” “Don’t you want the crown?” He asked. “What makes you think I would be any different than Pierre?” “Because you are a witch and witches don’t damage, they restore.” Julain explained. Lucian was getting annoyed. “Look, I am not a witch and I have no desire to become king.” Now it was Julians turn to get annoyed. “What about all the people who died for you. Died to protect you, all your men. Did they die in vain?”

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.

Please, doctor, what's wrong with him? - I think the alpha king consort should tell you. Julius's eyes turned to Romeo, and he saw panic in his eyes. - Where is Richard? - Here. - Elene says with her grandson in her arms. Romeo breathes again when he sees his son. - Speak Romeo, I'm dying here. Romeo Takes a deep breath and says: - Julius, My love, I'm pregnant. A big "bang" is heard as Julius falls like a log to the ground.

Lucien said with a mischievous smile across his lips. "So I have decided to kill you by beheading you and dangling your head in front of the pack……. I will be known as that almighty Alpha that executed the mysterious she-wolf," Lucien said cruelly as he tapped Juliana's cheek with a disastrous smile. Juliana's body trembles in pain as she bites her lips to avoid sobbing, in as much as she prays for death it still hurts that the person she loves so much was going to be the reason behind her death.

Jennifer emerged under a large black umbrella, standing directly over Julian as he slumped in the mud. "Why don't you surrender?" Jennifer asked. "Ricard offered you the funds to go abroad and seek the best treatment for your legs. Why choose this humiliation?" Julian looked up, rainwater mingling with the tears on his face. "Because out there, I have everything but I do not have you. Here, I am reviled, but I can see your shadow. I would rather die as your slave than live as a king in a world where you do not exist."

It seemed someone died. Julian shrugged and said flatly, “Exactly. She’s just pregnant. Probably hormonal.” Violet flinched at his tone, and the King turned toward Julian, his expression hardening into something unreadable but undeniably furious. His jaw clenched. His voice, when he spoke, was deceptively calm. “Julian.” “Uncle,” Julian replied, eyes narrowing. “The North is under rogue attack again,” the King said, cold and clipped. “Pack your bags. You’ll be leaving by tonight. You will not return until the Northern border is peaceful and stable.”

We used to hand out all the time when we were younger, but when I became the Werewolf King two years ago, when I was seventeen years old, I was too busy trying to fix what my father tried to destroy. My name is Lucien King, and I am nineteen years old. I killed my father when I was seventeen and took over as the Alpha King. He was a terrible man who treated anyone of lower rank like trash. He felt because he was the werewolf king, he could do whatever he wanted, and everyone was supposed to kneel at his feet.