Ninjago Dr Julien Novels & Stories

He had heard my screams and barged into the dungeon, like a knight in shining armor. But he wasn’t my knight in shining armor. Julian snickered, shaking his head. “Well I guess it’s you, me, and him, now, sweetheart,” he said, and without warning, and in one fluid movement, he brought out his gun and fired at Leo. “You’ve talked down to me too much, man,” Julian intoned as he blew off an invincible smoke from the muzzle of his gun, and replaced it in his back pocket. “I’m not a very patient, or tolerant man.”

It was then that Julian seized the opportunity. As soon as one of the thugs went near him, Julian grabbed his leg and tripped him onto the floor. He landed with a loud thud and the other came running to his rescue, but Julian was faster. He kicked the other one in the shin, sending him sprawling on the floor, while he threw his fist at the first one, still lying on the ground next to him. The fist landed on the guy’s nose and Julian heard the satisfying crunch of his nose being broken before he threw another punch—this time to the head—effectively knocking him out.

Lucien approached and gently took the tablet from her hands. “I know.” She turned to him, eyes narrowed. “And you weren’t going to tell me?” “I wanted you to focus.” “Focus is all I’ve had since the auction,” she said. “And he’s never stopped haunting me.” Lucien studied her. “Then maybe it’s time we turn the haunting around.” That night, under a moonlit grove, Lucien and Seraphina sat across from Vincenzo, Anton, and Matteo. “We know Julian is operating out of Montenegro,” Vincenzo said. “Probably from Kotor or the monastery ruins in Lovćen. He’s recruiting ex-military. Low loyalty. High precision.”

Julian said such terrible things to me without any hesitation in his eyes. "Do not, I beg you. If you want to get revenge on Noah, just hurt me. Not my husband," I begged. Julian chuckled irritably, "hmmm, you think I'm doing this without risk. I could have died first. But because I have you as my prisoner, my position is superior. But even if I die, it's fine. The important thing is I have succeeded in destroying Noah, and Kayla has succeeded in beating you up," Julian laughed and left somewhere. leaving me alone in my anxiety

Although Drake is anti-social and act before talk, he had great patience, unlike the hot headed Kaiden. "So....did you find the mole?" Julian asked while signing the places where his signature needed. He sat elegantly in his expensive grey suit, handsome as always. Julian was almost 33 but still looked like he is in his twenties. Hunter shook his head with a sigh, "On it." "Didn't Roman said who sent him the message?" Julian enquired. "He didn't. He said he won't tell even if I kill him. So I killed him." Drake answered nonchalantly.

He lunged, grabbing the jagged remains of a glass shard from the wall and driving it into Julian’s neck—the only part of a Kingslayer that was still flesh. Julian froze. The red light in his eyes flickered, then died. The "Perfect Warrior" fell to his knees, clutching his throat, his blood staining the white-glass floor. He looked at Dante with a mixture of hatred and absolute shock. "You... you're... nothing..." Julian gasped. "I'm a man from Lagos," Dante said, standing over him, blood dripping from his own wounds. "And we don't need frequencies to kill monsters." Julian collapsed, the white-obsidian armor turning grey as the power drained out of it.

Jennifer knew now: Julian was not a god; he was merely a puppet that could be destroyed. Several weeks passed since the dreadful incident at Julian’s mansion. Julian was secretly treated, hiding his bruises and his humiliation. Meanwhile, Jennifer Jones worked hard to forget the horror, focusing all her energy on her career. Her latest film, "The Return of Dan Star," produced by Sterling Media, finally premiered. With a renowned director and a strong script, the film instantly became a sensation, smashing box office records in its first week.

“I trust the badge. Talk.” Dante opened a metal case, pulled out a stack of photos. “You’re looking for this guy.” He tossed a picture onto the bench. “Showed up two months ago. No name. Real quiet. Real fast. Broke three jaws and a collarbone his first night. Paid in cash. Disappeared like fog.” Nolan narrowed his eyes on the photo. Julian. Younger. But unmistakable. “He’s not human,” Dante muttered, not even trying to sound sane. “I’ve seen a lot of tough bastards in that ring. But he moved like smoke. And when he smiled… he had fangs.”

Julien must not allow Vincent to regain his memories! "I was too busy, so I couldn't cook for you. Why don't I cook now? What would you like to eat?" Julien asked, smiling. "Anything would be fine. I'm a good boy, and I'm not a picky eater," said Vincent cutely. Julien sighed in relief. "Good boy. I'll cook instant noodles …" "But," Vincent's gaze darted around wittily, "since Doody will be cooking, I can't just eat anything. Otherwise, it'd be a waste of Doody's talent.

I squealed but made a sour face at the mention of Nate. "Nate is a pathetic excuse of a mate, I don't know why the moon goddess paired you with that swine." "I know right? But hey, we're over him." We giggled, sitting impossibly close to each other. "Tell me already, don't keep a girl hanging." I nudge her on the shoulder. "His name is Julian, he's a warrior and he's very hot with all those muscles he has going for him. He demanded I stop slaving around for anyone that's why I've been doing nothing all day."