Paw Patrol Julius Novels & Stories

His hands linger over my body as I pull myself quickly out of his grasp. It's not a long drive back to the pack reservation through the majestic red wood forest. We enter through the tall gates, and I can already see my father stood waiting for me. He doesn’t look happy if the scowl on his face is anything to go by. Julius doesn’t cast a threatening shadow by werewolf standards, but those who know Julius know there is more to him than meets the eye. A vicious and ruthless killer, he now commands his pack by consent. The white pickup stops about ten feet from where he is stood. ‘Remember Keeva, he always does what he believes is best for the pack.’ I give Zev the only smile I can muster and j

My muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, but before I could give the signal to charge, Julius held me back. "I've got this, Alpha," Julius said calmly, his voice carrying a note of authority, I sighed. He was an expert in negotiation so I was going to let him handle this. I nodded. “Go ahead.” He sighed and adjusted his shirt. He stepped forward, his posture confident and firm. "We come in peace," Julius called out, his voice carrying over the clearing. "We are from the Paxon pack, and I feel strongly that it wouldn't come as a surprise to you that we are here.”

The faster we get what we came for, the sooner I can get my mate out of here before he tries to tear into Julius. “Ah, but first. I want to ask you something.” Julius leans back and crosses a leg over the other, resting his arms on the back of the couch. Julius reminds me of Lucifer in a lot of ways. For example, his love for wearing expensive suits and his businessman demeanor. Julius is a handsome man, he looked to stop aging in his thirties, maybe early forties. He’s a pure blood vampire, over six hundred years old I believe he told me once. He has short dirty blond hair that he slicks back and kiwi green eyes. He’s about the same height as Lucifer but his muscular physique is smaller tha

Liam said. Westcliff’s face went utterly blank. “Pardon?” he said at last. “Jules has something of a puppy crush on you,” Liam said with an uncomfortable chuckle. “It’s not all that surprising, really. Our alpha was female, and our dad and oldest brother left for the war a long time ago. Jules didn’t really have an older male figure to look up to—Uncle doesn’t count. Jules was practically bound to develop something of a crush on you, considering that you’re the only alpha he sees regularly.” And the only alpha who paid him attention until Nasr, Liam thought, but he didn’t say it aloud. He knew how proud Jules was: he would be absolutely humiliated if Liam told that to a man Jules was crushin

"The ice is melting, but the ground beneath them is still heavy with secrets." I stood up and looked toward the grand entrance where Leo and Julian were gathering the first integrated patrol. Leo stood tall in his charcoal grey form, his silver eyes sharp with the focus of a commander who understood the fragility of his troops. Beside him, Julian moved with the silent and terrifying grace of a true apex predator, his crystallized silver veins glowing with a steady charge. They were taking fifty of our seasoned Unbound warriors and fifty of the strongest Hollowed wolves into the forest.

They writhe like dying snakes. I don’t waste time. I grab my gun, aim—and fire. BANG. BANG. Mark takes one between the eyes, drops. Liam stumbles back. Julius barely manages to leap away, skidding against the wall. "This—" I shout over the screech, "is how you hunt fucking wolves!" Julius staggers to his feet, his hand over one ear, blood dripping down his jaw. He glares at me, pure hatred blazing. "You... think this is over?"

Santi scowled. It only took a few seconds before Julius cried out and punched him in the face when he shouted such words. "Is this all you're capable of?" Santi mocked. "I told you, you're only good at disappointing me, and your mere existence bores me." Julius panted and was ready to smack Santi again in the face when I caught his fist and stopped him. When Julius looked me in the eye and said, "Let's just do this," I let go of his hand. I said as I fixed my gaze on the chainsaw. He nodded at me, and we all took a deep breath.

He took back his head and looked at his mother with his red and blotchy face. “Then how about we will buy a father before my birthday,” Julius said as his voice cracked when he tried to speak. A smile flashed on Julia’s face as soon as she heard it. She would wait to know what other strange thing Julius will ask of her in the days to come. Julia stretched her hand and wiped the running snot that came out of Julius’ nose because of crying. Julia, with a beyond-one face, replied, “Let’s kick this thing later to think because we’re going to order pizza today.”

“The gown says you are presiding over one.” “The armor might provoke them,” James said as he entered, travel-worn and tight around the eyes. He had just returned from delivering our terms. “Pius accepted. Calmly. Too calmly. He said, ‘Let the Luna come and speak her truth.’ It felt like a predator inviting a lamb into its den.” He paused. “Julius was nowhere to be seen. His absence is loud.” A bad sign. Julius moved on impulse and rage. Silence meant calculation.

She tapped her index finger against the armrest. "Strike him." Julian had been raised to be the next Alpha of the Pei Pack. Since he was a pup, his talent had been undeniable; at thirteen, his painting of a soaring hawk had stunned the Capital. He was the golden boy, destined for the Council, supported by the Great Packs. The Beta Prime, Marcus, had even betrothed his daughter Celia to him, seeing his limitless potential. He was a porcelain vase in a world of stones. A single scratch on him usually sent the healers into a panic.