Mort And King Julien Novels & Stories

I leaned forward to the edge of the lazy boy and slipped my hand in Julian's, giving it a gentle squeeze. His fingers curled around my hand instantly and then held onto me as if I were the anchor he needed so he wouldn't shatter before us, "Those two graves next to our sister," Julian began speaking again, this time sounding broken in every sense of the word, "they found me. Dimitri and Ambrosia were the previous King and Queen. My killing spree was drawing attention to our kind and it was their duty to take care of the problem. They were meant to kill me. When they found me, you want to know what I did?"

I looked up at Lucien, trying to see why Roland reacted to him like that, but there was nothing out of the ordinary beyond his new mark and the smile on his face. “Explains what?” I asked. My uncle suddenly straightened before lowering himself into a bow. “Your Majesty.” My jaw dropped open, and I turned to look up at Lucien in surprise. “I am not the King.” Lucien corrected, shifting his stance as if even the idea made him feel uneasy. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, but the King is dead. From the power radiating from you, it was by your hands.” My uncle said, and suddenly, I understood why I kept feeling like something was off.

Just as she entered the bulletproof black Maybach, Chloe's shoulders were covered by a dark overcoat belonging to a super giant man whose head was not captured on camera - Alexander Sterling, the King. Julian's chest felt as if it had been stabbed by hundreds of rusty knives at once. His breathing stopped. The wolf howled in pain as if its skin was being sliced ​​alive from the inside. Blind jealousy, regret, brokenness, disgust, all stirred into a vomit of deadly self-hatred. "C-Chloe..." muttered Julian, stretching his dirty hand forward, as if he wanted to wipe the woman's face from afar but the screen suddenly turned off.

Julian dodged it, rage coating his features in the process. "And if she stays here she will kill all of us! You saw what happens to her when she loses control! This is the best decision we can make! Not just for her sake, but for the entire country!" Julian hollered back, his fists going white by his sides. His eyes had long since started glowing a deathly red. If he wanted to be king so fucking badly, then I would let him have it.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, but when I did, I saw the dark figure stabbing Archer, like in my dream. “I’ll find it. Just make sure Killian is safe. We can’t have the rogues getting their hands on him,” I shook my head and said. “Ellie…” “I’m okay, Julie. I know he’s not dead. He can’t be, because he’s the Lycan King. No Lycan King can be that easy to kill.” “Okay then,” Julie clapped her hands together, “You’re right. My cousin is the strongest wolf this kingdom has ever seen, he can’t die easily.”

Classic and trendy have merged into one at this place. Claude casually picked up a magazine outside the shop to look at it and discovered that it had posted a photo of Derek Thomas and Martha Clare's wedding. The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World."

At the center of the marble floor, guarded by four elite shadow-guards with unsheathed broadswords, stood Lord Julian. He was bound in heavy iron chains, his scarlet velvet robes tattered and stained with dirt from his short tenure in the West Tower. His face was gaunt, his bloodshot eyes darting wildly between the lords in the gallery and the King on the dais. He was a dying beast, stripped of his lands, his niece, and his title, standing before the butcher's block.

"Then go." Hendrick froze. "What did you just say?" Julie took the paper and shoved it in front of him. "You heard him. From today on, you are no longer part of this family." Hendrick stood there, stunned. His hand lifted, trembling, as he pointed at me. "You're kicking me out for someone who isn't even married into the family yet?" Dave and Julie didn't hesitate. "Hendrick, we planned to keep this from you forever. But after what we've seen today, you deserve the truth. You're adopted. Also, Madeline isn't the same as you. Her parents once saved our lives. To us, she matters far more.

Alexander stared back, and for once, he did not lower his eyes. “Do not speak about Caleb,” Alexander said. His voice was quiet, but it carried something that made even Jalen stop moving. Marcus’s lips parted. “Caleb?” The mistake struck Alexander too late. Marcus smiled slowly. “Not Your Majesty. Not the Lycan King. Caleb. So the rumours are true.” Alexander let go of him as if burned. The door opened behind Marcus, and Caleb stood there. No one had heard him come. His amber eyes took in the broken shelf, the spilled grain, Jalen on the floor, Torin against the sacks, Marcus pressed to the door, and Alexander standing with uneven breath.

“You’ve never heard this story before?” Lucian shook his head. “Not once. You?” Raiden looked equally confused. “No. Not a word.” Marisol sighed. “They don’t tell this story. Not outside the hidden archives. Too much pain.” Raiden nodded somberly. Then Marisol continued: “It didn’t take weeks after the witches were cast out. A rival kingdom launched an ambush. Swift. Brutal. When the smoke cleared… the king and queen were gone. Vanished. No bodies found. No signs. Taken? Dead? No one knew.”