Ninjago Dr Julien Novels & Stories

She said as she tried to get in between the two men “You’re not going anywhere!” Julien barked, In a swift motion, Miguel grabbed Julien by the collar “Who do you think you are??” He ruffled his collar, as his nose flared in his face. Julien shoved Miguel pretty hard and he staggered, releasing himself from his grasp. But Miguel was faster. In a single, fluid movement, he pulled out a gun. The metallic click of the safety being disengaged echoed in the silence. Julien froze, and so did Nia.

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

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.

His knees buckled, his vision going completely white as his strength drained away in a single second. Julian grabbed Justin by the collar of his jacket, lifting him off his feet with unnatural, synthetic power. He carried Justin to the very edge of the dark gorge, holding him over the endless drop below. "Look at you," Julian sneered, his glowing violet eyes wide and wild. "You came down here to die for a woman who will belong to me by tomorrow morning." "She... will never... look at you..." Justin choked out, his hand feebly grabbing Julian’s wrist. "You're just... a shadow..."

"The hull will not hold for more than sixty seconds! We need a diversion!" Beneath Isabella, Julian’s chest heaved with a ragged, wet breath. His stormy gray eyes, though clouded with immense physical agony, burned with the apocalyptic, cold-blooded intellect that had built an empire. His large, scarred hand reached out, his cold fingers weakly grasping Nikolai’s combat boot. "The drone... fuel cells," Julian rasped, his velvet voice a broken, terrifying whisper that carried effortlessly through the chaos. "Vanguard... protocol."

Justin clicked his tongue. Oh sh*t, I have to stop him. I grabbed his shoulder while making him look at me. Justin has no idea what's going on here! He just watched Julian shouting at me and pointing his gun at me. Julian scoffed but pressed his forehead with his thumb—oh my goodness, he looked so hot. His green, piercing eyes are fucking sexy. "I have a gun licence, and I am a businessman." "My name is Julian Knight!" He pulled out his business card while keeping it in Justin's hand.

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.”