Novel & Cerita Mort And King Julien

I asked the assistant beside me. “Yesterday night. Since that place is a remote one, we have just received the news not long ago.” “The report that is reaching us now says that one of the people who had gone to offer their aid was Lucien Hart, one of the mayor contestants and the alpha of the Hart pack and the president of the Hart corporation. That is all we have for now; we will keep updating the viewers if we get any new updates from our people on the ground.” I stared at the TV screen; my mind completely blank. What happened to Lucien? Is he alive, is he dead? Is that why he did not call me yesterday? But why was I only hearing the news now?

At Lucian's The giant Marcus was standing in front of Lucien, looking at him in great astonishment, until a short moment passed, as they looked at each other. Suddenly, without warning, Marcus raised his hand, which had a huge golden axe, and said with pride and hatred: “It has always been my desire to kill the king of the werewolves. It is a great honor for me to kill you myself, and to obtain this great honor is not an easy matter.”

King Julian frowns. I grit my teeth. It was only a matter of time until the news got back to the Royal family. King Julian has always been a family man, stating the bond between two mates is sacred and should be treated as such. He adored his mate when she was still alive. If someone had told him she hung the moon, he would have replied that he knew she did. She was his everything. When she died, it almost took him, too. “I did,” I reply through gritted teeth.

My honeymoon ends sooner than either of us imagined. Not with a fight or fatigue, but with a revelation so heavy it silences joy. The pages of King Lucien’s journal replay in my mind; his shaky handwriting, his fading strength, his fear masked as dignity. Those words have changed everything. The man always called the Judge King did not die of failing health. He was murdered with poison. And the woman he loved most, his queen, Morgana is the prime suspect. We don’t return to Wild Villa. Gregory and I remain in the royal palace of Matica, the air heavy with unease and grief. Celeste wastes no time. She orders the archives opened, summons the council, and forms a panel of judges to reopen our f

Just as they dropped against the metal, Julian spoke up. "Would you like to meet my parents?" He mumbled, not looking at either of us. Last I knew, for a King to be crowned, the reigning King and Queen would have to be dead. Father's file flashed before my eyes. My heart stopped. Even Mikaela stood back from him a bit, as if he was drenched in acid. "Better put, can I take you along with me to their graves?"

Everyone was stupefied. ‘ Look at your king’, he pointed towards the dead body. ‘ He is lying there on the cot all lifeless and cold. He had sacrificed so much for your welfare, his wife even gave up her life for curing you, and this is what he gets in reward? Death by his own son who craved nothing but power and lust. Tell us what we should do now? " He looked at Selene. A silent understanding passed between them.

Perfect and radiant. She was sure it hadn’t been there before. Hope flickered in her chest, but she said nothing, carrying on with her duties as if she hadn’t noticed. ********** (Moonbane forest) Julian stood beneath the long and twisted branches, his voice thick, low and filled with venom . “The King visits our pack today. He will be staying for one night. Make sure to kill that human. You failed once already. I won’t forgive a second failure. Prepare the poison…make it strong, lethal.”

Julian instructed his guards who picked five men instantly. It was unlike Julian to spare their lives. He usually kills some members of packs to prove his point or earn the fear of the others but somehow he doesn't want that because he thinks of Sabrina and what she would think if she heard that he killed again. Yes, he was going nuts and it's getting out of his control. His nickname was the bloodthirsty king among others because he never had second thoughts when it came to ending lives but he might not be able to say the same anymore.

When a white silhouette emerged from the dark outer room, he recognized who it was. "Arlen?... Julius?" The truth soon shifted before his eyes. A cowardly beta fell on his knees and crouched before his feet. "My King," the servant's voice trembled. Claude had to sit up to process this, trying to piece many things together before the beta could speak. Julius chose this hour to smother the King with the tragic story of why things turned out this way."Your Majesty, I deserve to die for my sin. I couldn't protect the young Master. I failed to stop Luca Beaumont of Damaris from taking his life right before my eyes... I had to fulfil Arlen's wish and care for his father, the King of Ingram." Tears

The stump that could be the oak from the tale of Metouche Pas. “Can’t sleep?” Prince Julien’s voice echoes from a distance. He was sitting on top of the stump. He offers a sit for Gianni beside him, clearing away dust and twigs to his left. “Me, too.” The sound of crickets shortly follows. “This is my first time leading an army into battle,” Julien reveals. “And I’m terrified that I might mess up. What if I fail? What if I am not cut out to be a prince on the battlefield? What if my mother was wrong?”