Mort And King Julien Novels & Stories

“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.”

Molly tells me putting her hand in mine. Logan and King appear. Logan runs to the sink to vomit. "Oh my god. Log..." Katie says rushing to his side. "They're​ both dead." King states. "Let's wait in the front until the Sheriff arrives." He dragged Logan. "Ogi." I was feeling light headed. I feel him near "Ogi." "I'm here. It was not any of us. We're all okay." He holds me, sitting me on a near by booth. Too hot . 06

Julias can see that Gabriel is starting to get pissed so he quickly walks forward and says, "I can tell you from experience that this time staying neutral is not an option. The Sea Realm stayed out of Hella's way to protect the people, but Hades destroyed us anyway. The whole Realm is in ruins and almost no one survived. If Gabriel didn't help us everyone would be dead." Lord Midas finally seems to show some interest, "You say from experience so who are you?" Julias stands straight, "My name is Julias, my lord. I was King Roan's right hand under his rule at the Sea Realm?" Lord Midas asks, "And where is King Roan in this story?" Julias feels sadness come up and answers, "Dead my lord, he die

We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away. Nobody at the party took the guy seriously, but you know what they say, a drunk man tells no lies. Many people say that the Lycan king is dead. There are many different stories about the Lycan King. Some of the stories say he was a good guy and others say he was this savage monster. It's so many different stories, so many wolves including myself who wasn't around durn the time of the lycan king think that he's only a legend and that most of the stories were made up to scare us as ki

He nods and then says, “My king, I didn’t think you would be back. I had heard that you were killed.” I stop in mid step to answer him, “Yes, I had been notified of that earlier. Obviously, we were not, but thank you for your concern.” Blowing him off, we continue up the stairs. That is until Beta Montgomery walks past and stops before stating quite matter of fact, “I am so glad you are back my king. I must have a talk with you later today. There are some things we need to go through since Alpha John has died.”

The hollow on his cheek was filling up and his pure white skin was slowly gaining color. His fangs which were looking weak and yellow were slowly returning to their original white, and his parched lips were regaining it's natural pink. "My goddess!" Julian exclaimed again. He quickly checked the King's pulse and gasped loudly. He looked at Domenic with wide eyes, "your highness, the king will live!" Those words brought relief to my heart. I guess all he needed was a little blood to keep him going. Why didn't they give him some blood in the first place? It would have saved them all these stress of worrying.

My wolf screamed inside my head. Dexter’s howl tore through my mind, raw with terror. “Julian... no... listen to me, it’s him.” His voice shook violently. “It’s the King. I warned you. Jace warned you. This is what he meant.” Jace. The memory struck harder than the pain. You’re leading us to our graves. This is death. The King will not forgive this. Cold dread flooded my chest. The King. How... how did he know?

The young man chuckled. “My name is Jacob. I have no last name. And I won’t disrespect you by lying to your face, for you are a king just like myself.” Jacob said as he stared at Zayn. “Martha Brown is dead and we killed her.” Zayn’s facial expression let me know that he appreciated that the man was being honest with him. “But her death was on her,” Jacob added, and this time he looked at Julia fearlessly. “What the hell? You people kill her because she fell in love with your kind!” Julia bellowed.

Outside, snow fell in heavy curtains, white and obliterating. "The King is dying." Julian's voice was almost gleeful. He tried to temper it, tried to shape it into something resembling appropriate gravity, but couldn't quite manage it. The satisfaction leaked through the cracks of his performance. "His advisors have confirmed it. He hasn't left his chambers in two weeks. The palace healers are useless. A wolf witch from the eastern territories tried and failed." He paused, letting that land. "The great Alpha King, brought low by nothing more than a mate bond he couldn't sever cleanly."

“Every port, every airstrip, every contact. I want boots on the ground in every region we’ve ever set foot in. No bribes. No warnings. I want the world to know—” He looked up, eyes glinting like a blade unsheathed. “—the king is coming. And no one mess with the king.” Julio gave a short nod,understanding the war had begun. And somewhere, out there in the shadows, someone was watching him unravel. Someone thought they could win. They were wrong. Lucien Moretti wasn’t a man you provoked. He was a man you prayed never found you. And now? Now he had nothing left to lose.