Murdoch Mysteries Julia Novels & Stories

Hearing his calculation, Meredith’s yellow eyes brighten with wicked submission. "Truly, my Alpha?" "Of course, why would my muzzle lie to your ears! That heavy human will forever be the stepping stone beneath your paws." Julia slips out of the grand council room like a ghost, running straight to my private den to recount every word of their betrayal. Since the sunrise she swore her life to my shadow, she has hunted every scrap of data for my sake. Yet, as she finishes her report, my human face remains completely expressionless. "Are your emotions not burning with fury?" Julia asks, her breath catching as she realizes she still cannot decipher the absolute ice in my soul.

I wanted to say something but I couldn’t get any words out. “Mom, she needs to eat. She hasn’t eaten since I found her. the only thing in her stomach is the vitamins that Helen has been injecting in her.” Hillan once again came to my rescue. I bowed in greeting as Hillan pulled me with him. we paused Julia who was seated in front of her laptop and typing away. I wonder what kind of job she does. “She is a writer. She writes the steamiest romance books,”

Priscilla helped her by opening the door for her and letting her enter her office. Midas cleared out all the obstacles as well. “Someone named Julia requested to meet you privately before the meeting.” “Julia?” She raised her head from the report, somehow sitting down on the chair. “A dragon.” “Who?” “Julia is a dragon, Your Holiness.” “Ah, right.” It clicked. She remembered. In the novel, Julia played a crucial role for her. “What does she want from me?” Midas stayed quiet as if he wanted to increase the suspense. Shadow didn’t have to raise her head to know that he was searching for something. So, she let her be.

"Oh come on, Julia. I could’ve kept you locked up if I wanted. But I didn’t. Be grateful." Julia glared. "I know who committed the real crime. And I’m not keeping quiet forever." I chuckled. "Who’s going to believe you? Damien himself saw it with his own eyes." Her jaw tightened. "What do you want from me?" "Simple," I said, stepping closer. "You need to get the antidote from the Silverfang Pack." She raised an eyebrow. "Lukas?" I spat on the floor, sneering. "Since you love Damien so much, here’s your only chance to save him."

There is no way in hell she's going to agree to be my live-in mistress. Not even for a single night. Mainly, I made the proposition because it amuses me to watch her cower inside that coat. A very expensive coat. And that tells me everything I need to know. Julia is probably a former rich girl who got herself pregnant and was cast out on the streets by her disapproving family. I'm surprised she's managed to hang onto the nice coat, considering the lawlessness of Harding these days. It should have been stolen by now.

“Like I said . . . It’s his job to protect us, but it was utter chaos. It was a split second between when she grabbed the marble award and then hit you with it. Joe tried to get to her, but by the time he reached her, Julia had already pulled her back and was turning her around to punch her.” “I saw that. It was awesome!” The memory made me smile, seeing someone stand up for me. He let out a chuckle. “It was, and Julia deserved the chance to hit her.” Julia was my new idol. The woman exuded calm, even when I watched her deck Mallory. What made her so excellent, though, was the photos she took on her cell phone of Natalie and Mallory being put into the back of a police cruiser.

“But can you two head in first? I have to answer a call.” Julia nodded without hesitation. “That’s fine. Come in when you’re done.” She shifted her grip on Mrs. Kinley gently and began leading the old woman toward the hotel entrance. As they walked, Mrs. Kinley rested her hand comfortably on Julia’s arm, trusting her completely. Just then, Julia felt her phone buzz in her hand. She glanced at the screen — Elliot calling. Her expression remained calm, unreadable. She closed the call immediately and slipped the phone into her purse without hesitation.

He whispered. His chest tightened. Unknown wasn’t an answer—it was a crack in the world that demanded filling. He’d already instructed Jace to dig deeper—pull strings, exhaust resources, even sift through DNA records of species thought long extinct. Anything to explain the mystery behind the woman who flipped his entire world upside down. The door swung open without warning. Julian snapped the file shut and shoved it into his desk drawer as Elara breezed in like she had long staked claim on the space.

Julia sat at her desk, the glow of her computer screen casting pale light across her face. The office was unusually quiet, the hum of the AC and occasional keyboard strokes the only sounds. But her mind was anything but quiet. Her thoughts were a storm — red wine, scandal, the way Alan's possessive gaze had followed her every move at the party, and the memory of Veronica's malicious smirk. She had barely focused on her spreadsheet when she heard it: laughter. Low, deliberate, familiar. Julia's stomach dropped as she recognized the sound. She stood slowly, instincts screaming at her to leave, but curiosity and dread held her frozen.

She didn't wait for a response before hurrying to the kitchen and returning with brownies and ice cream. “It’s your favourite,” She said to Julian as she passed him a bowl. He smiled politely. “Thank you mum.” Our eyes met again for a split second and Julian looked away immediately. Orabella moved quickly, slicing, scooping and serving like the sugar could sweeten the bitterness that hung in the room right now. “Julian has been working on unsolved cases from five years back,” Orabella said to no one in particular. “Why don't you tell your uncle about it?