Ninjago Dr Julien Novels & Stories

My strength and speed is what always got me by in a fight, but I knew a day would come where that wouldn’t be enough. Perhaps my time in the Blood Moon Pack wouldn’t be a complete waste after all. “That was impressive, Maia. You’ve got strength, we can work on the rest.” Dean complimented me, seeming genuinely surprised at how I’d faired against him. I was just about to reply when I felt a looming presence behind me. “I agree Dean, impressive for a rogue who’s never been trained.” Julius’ deep voice said from behind me, the slightest hint of an accusation in his tone.

Not when enemies like Samuel and what was left of the old guard were still circling, waiting for weakness. Back in the garden, Julian sat heavily on a marble bench, sweat clinging to his temples. His breath came in short, quiet gasps. Dr. Lee passed him a bottle of water and knelt slightly in front of him. “You pushed too hard.” “I didn’t fall.” “You almost did.” Julian shook his head. “I need to be able to defend myself. I can’t be dead weight.” “You need to recover. You’re no use to anyone if you rip your stitches and end up on the table again.”

“Vincenzo..” "I said. Get. Out." His voice was calm. Too calm. Julian coughed, spitting blood onto the floor, then let out a wheezing laugh. "Fuck, you hit like a fucking truck,” he rasped. Vincenzo didn’t react. Didn’t blink. Noel could feel the rage radiating off him, ice-cold and lethal. Julian wiped his mouth, then grinned. “You’re pissed because I touched your little pet?” His bloodied lips curled. “What, you think you can keep him all to yourself?”

Chazz stared at Julian with I-already-told-you-who-this-is face. Julian was seated on one of the couches when we entered. "My apologies Ms. Nina Perez. Not very social when I'm ready. My name is Julian Cesario, Alpha of the Madrid pack. Welcome to my home. Scarlett is upstairs getting ready to come down and meet you." I stare at him dumbfound at the way he talked. He was cool, calm and collective. "I'm not upset. I just want to see my best friend" I told him truthfully.

Julien urged, his voice gentle but firm. Finally, I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. But don’t let me fall, okay?” Julien smiled. “I’m tough, Doctor.” With a little foothold on a rock, I began to slowly climb onto his shoulders. I held onto the tree trunk while trying to balance. Julien supported me firmly, his hand gripping my thigh to keep me steady. “Just a little more… can you reach it?” he asked from below.

“I’m not official security, Ron. This is me doing you a massive favor. He almost broke my ribs.” That’s when I recognize him. In the porch light, it’s the flirty guy from Club Ombra. Julian Knox. Apparently, the Crimson Dragons’ most charismatic lieutenant is moonlighting as a babysitter. I scowl, pushing myself off the ground. I’m vibrating with a mix of fury and exhaustion. Julian winces, looking at Ron. “Damn, you weren’t joking when you said he was fierce. I think I’ll be feeling that kick for a month. You owe me hazard pay for this, Hwan.”

Shink. He felt the familiar pull in his groin. It wasn't a desperate urge; it was a steady, throbbing need that was always there now, like a background hum. He closed the book and set it down. He crawled across the rug on his hands and knees. Aiden stopped sharpening the knife. He looked down, his eyes darkening. "What are you doing, Doctor?" "Worshipping," Julian said. He reached for Aiden’s boots. He unlaced them carefully, pulling them off. Then he peeled off Aiden’s thick wool socks.

“It seems little Julien has done it again. And for that… I’ll let you live to fight another day” He leaned in slightly, and without breaking eye contact, dragged his claws across his own arm, slicing through flesh as blood welled instantly and thick drops fell onto Julien’s lips. Drink,” he commanded softly, the word more of a threat than kindness. Julien obeyed at once, parting his lips and swallowing every drop without hesitation. A second later, his body began to mend and within moments, his body was whole again. Dominik’s lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched.

"Even if he is, he's not reachable for ordinary people like us." … Sydney waited until the voices faded completely, then stepped out. 'The Sterling guy…' Everyone in Jouleston knew who that meant. She had not expected to run right into him after washing her hands. Julian leaned against the restroom doorway. He was wearing a satin black shirt and was holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. His eyes flicked up at her. "Have you been secretly training ninja skills these past few years, Sydney?" He never said kind things. She knew that.