Mort And King Julien Novels & Stories

He quickly waved his hands, panicked, and whispered, "Your Majesty, you must not say that!" Helena shrugged slightly and said, "Am I wrong? I seem to remember that it was your helicopter that carried the tower and Mr. Cole to Canada. If your father knew about this..." "Shush!" Julien quickly raised his hands. His tone instantly softened, and he blurted out, "Your Majesty, please stop talking about this, I beg you. If this gets out, I'll be so dead."

The color drained from Julian's face. "That's... that's a fake!" he shrieked. "You forged that recording!" "Forged?" Killian sneered, pulling out a stack of photos. "Then are these fake, too?" The photos scattered across the floor. Each one was a clear shot of Julian meeting secretly with members of a human hunter organization. There were even bloody images of him killing a pup from his own pack. "Oh, my god..." someone choked out. "Prince Julian was working with human hunters?"

He was about to take the cup when Zev stopped him. “You don’t have to. I don’t like drinking tea. We can start the discussion instead,” Zev muttered and crossed his arms on his chest. “So, tell me. What did you find out?” Lucian took a deep breath after gulping a sip of his tea. His head was facing the table when he started to speak. “The King was dead,” he said which alerted Zev. “He was killed by a vampire a few years ago. The people in the kingdom have no idea about it. Not even the royal soldiers responsible for protecting the royal family nor the nobles. Everyone seems to live a peaceful and happy life. It was a shame that they were all fooled by the vampire lord.”

"Is that the only reason you brought us here?" "Well, yes." the thing answers simply. "How else can I continue trying to find the best way to reach him? If his mate cannot do it, I will need to try another tactic." "You remind me of my brother Tritus," I snarl, making sure that it knows it was not meant as a compliment. There was nothing complimentary about my half-brother, the previous Kraken King. I can only hope his daughter, Juliana, is a better monarch than her father was, now that she is awake and away from Segundus. Reports came in that she woke up only days after he had died.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

“After he killed his predecessor, Sven Sherran Castro-Laret, the king of the alts and the denors, the druid-king.” “Yes, you’re right,” I hastily nodded. Maybe it was painful for him to remember his family’s history. Because if the Undead King hadn’t been killed many centuries ago, Reive would be the king now. It would be Reive, not my lovable daddy... “It’s just that history books don’t describe that time in detail. As a rule, it’s limited to a couple of lines about how the Undead King was a mediocre ruler of the country. That’s all.”

Kael screamed, a sound that wasn't human, a high-pitched, metallic screech that silenced the crowd once more. "Don't kill him!" Valerius snapped, though he looked delighted by the spectacle. "He is an asset. He still has the King’s secrets in his blood." "Julian, no!" Kael gasped as the Prince charged. A guard stepped forward, slamming the butt of a spear into Julian’s ribs. The Prince went down hard, gasping for air. The crowd surged forward, and for a moment, the barrier between palace and city dissolved into a chaotic swirl of violence.

Sarang stood silently beside Lucian, his gaze fixed on Nathaniel and the princess as they waltzed across the ballroom floor. The fluidity of their movements, the way they seemed perfectly synchronized, struck a chord deep within him. His fist clenched at his side, his face solemn as he watched them, his thoughts distant. “They look good together, don’t they?” King Julius remarked, breaking Sarang from his reverie. King Julius, an alpha in his early forties, had an air of charisma and authority that suited his attractive features. His green eyes–so much like his siblings–twinkled as he cradled a child in his arms, a boy bearing some resemblance to him.

Leah Julian immediately straightened his posture, wiping the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand as he turned toward the Lycan King with eager, almost fanatical deference. “Your Majesty,” he said, his voice vibrating with excitement and pride, “I was just about to make her confess completely. She poisoned the Dowager Empress — I was only moments away from extracting a full admission of guilt.” The Lycan King’s gaze swept slowly and deliberately over my battered, bloodied form slumped against the cold, filthy stone floor. His expression remained eerily unreadable, like a marble statue carved from centuries of ice and shadow.

“It’s…” “Julian,” Alaric finished for him, barely able to croak the name out. Julian was dead.