Mort And King Julien Novels & Stories

God. "Hey! There's talk that we have a new King?" at the same time Lavisha and I immediately turned to our side. "Yes, that's true. Do you remember that the former King Gatlin allegedly had a Son? Then, our ancestors allegedly cursed his Son, because King Gatlin loved someone and he broke the law." the People had gathered and I could see the shock on their faces. "Then, they even say that the Cursed Son of the former King turns it into a wolf when it comes to twelve o'clock in the morning," I could no longer bear it.

It seemed like he, too, was going through the same battle as me. A brush of cold air which had my locks of my hair flying into my face broke whatever moment Sylvain and I were sharing. I sharply turned my attention away from him only for it to land on two vampires who sat beside my father—a male and a female. I had seen them before. Julian was the King of Vampires. His white eyes were the most unique set I had ever seen. Until I saw his mate and realized that her eyes were the closest thing to liquid gold. Lilith sat beside Julian with her hand firmly on his knee and a daring look in her eyes. I knew what that look meant.

If that’s what he thought before our meeting, he never made mention of it and I’m sure it wasn’t what he thought by the end of our meeting. He agreed that we couldn’t handle the situation with Julia like we did with Pierre. The little exposure he had to the mutant-vampires showed him that they had minimal respect for me. They blamed me for the loss of their queen and their regent, Geo. We were sure the fire was fueled by Julia, but there was nothing to do about it. As a military man, Lord Moken’s immediate suggestion was to have Julia join him during one of the attacks on Bartholomew’s soldiers and have her not come back. Although it was tempting, Geo was too honest and fair to kill in co

“The king had another son, much older than me and Haydn: Thander. Don’t you remember him?” Thander. Right. The prince who had died decades ago in the war. Jules would have been embarrassed by forgetting about the existence of a prince of his country, except his mind felt so hazy right now he could barely remember his own siblings’ names, much less someone else’s. “In my defense, he died before I was born,” Jules muttered, trying to gather his thoughts. But it was so difficult. Westcliff smelled so good. Jules wanted to press his mouth against that chiseled jaw and suck, find out if Westcliff’s skin tasted as good as it smelled. Jules moistened his lips with his tongue. Focus, Jules. “So you

Hunter and Wayne helped Nathan to send out invitations to the relevant royals. The inauguration would present an opportunity for him to connect with the royals of other species. More especially during this time of attacks. They hadn’t bothered to send an invitation to Jeremiah and his gang, and Killian had already offered the Lycans for security. It was the biggest event to happen in the Werewolf Kingdom since Julio was crowned King. Nathan learnt from Hunter and Wayne that Julio’s marriage to his mother wasn’t a big celebration, and it was even smaller for his marriage to Antoinette. While the people of the Werewolf Kingdom knew about their King, they didn’t know much about his two wives.

I sniffed. Jules was a freaking proud man, he thinks he can do everything himself. Trina and I entered his throne room only to see Jules on the floor lifeless, with his blood spilling everywhere, and Natalie just above his body, holding a bloody knife.

Julio then got up and saw the state of Rena's body which was very pathetic, “Hmm... I've killed the biological mother of His Majesty Robert. Will he punish me? Or is he going to kill me? Because after all, this woman is His Majesty's biological mother." But Julio immediately glared at Rena's body, “Heehh... But I'm glad to be able to kill her. Even if His Majesty will punish me or kill me, I don't care. What I care about is that this woman is no longer in this world.” “This woman pisses me off! Abandoning his son and serving a man who doesn't see his presence at all. The irony she creates is disgusting!!” Julio continued to finish all his grudges so far.

He was after all his sole heir. They had buried Juliana in the forest that night. Offerings and prayers had been made. This was no way to put to rest a daughter of a Roman Senator, but they had to make haste. If they did no leave by the next day their enemies could gather their supporters and attack once more.

"Shameless outsider!" The people screamed furiously when they found out that Mort had killed their next King. Mort was looking at them indifferently. He looked around to find someone and there he saw Sumire across from him, tears clouding her vision and slowly streaming on her reddened cheek. She let out a silent sob while Chaise was hugging his wife who is now crying in his arms. 'There she is.' said Mort in his mind and lock his gaze on her. The crowd went silent when the Queen along with the Archduke began to give a short speech.

"He must be absolutely terrified of me. Or perhaps... he's terrified of what happens when Ethan remembers the truth and tears his head from his shoulders." The soldier on the left laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. "The King won't be remembering anything, girl. By the time the wedding rites are finished, he’ll be a corpse in the ground, and Crystalvale will belong to us. As for you... Lord Julian wants your throat slit tonight to ensure those bastards in your womb never see the light of day." "Then come and take it," I whispered, my lips curving into a deceptive, lethal smile. I didn't step toward them. Instead, I took a deliberate, slow step backward, my boot heel dangling directly over the edge