Subaru X Julius Novels & Stories

The deep voice cut in from above, all eyes turned toward the staircase. Julius stood there in simple pajamas, hair slightly rumpled from sleep. At sixteen, he was already nearly as tall as Franklin, his build still filling out but unmistakably strong. The resemblance was undeniable, his features mirrored both Franklin and Frederick, a clear imprint of their shared biological father. Franklin studied him longer than he intended to, remembering the way Julius had once told Cassie to wait for him. Back then, the boy had carried a bold certainty that bordered on recklessness. Given time, Franklin had no doubt Julius would have tried to win Cassie over if circumstances allowed.

The truck smelled like rust and old oil, like the corpse of something that had died slowly enough to know it was happening. Julian had chosen it deliberately. A 1998 Chevrolet with a primer-gray hood and tires that had probably rolled over their last good mile three years ago. The interior was a masterpiece of deliberate deterioration cigarette burns on the upholstery that he’d added himself, a radio that only caught AM stations, a cracked windshield held together with duct tape that had yellowed into something resembling old bone.

Julian held the obsidian drive in his hand, realizing that his father had been right about one thing: the only thing you can truly trust is the thing that can still bleed, even if that blood was just oil and coolant under high pressure. The sub-station was a labyrinth of galvanized steel pipes and humming transformers, tucked away behind a chain-link fence that rattled in the coastal wind. Julian didn't wait for Marcus to find the gate; he used the SUV to ram through it, the sound of tearing metal punctuating the urgency of the moment.

Julian POV "You think you can just drive away from this?" I slam the steering wheel with the heel of my palm. The horn blares, a sharp, metallic screech that cuts through the heavy drone of the afternoon traffic outside Moon Cafe. The engine of my SUV idles with a low, violent rumble, vibrating straight through the soles of my boots. My knuckles are white against the leather wrap of the wheel. "Julian, you need to get inside right now," Marcella gasps.

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

“Fuck no.” Jacob's eyes darted between us in confusion. “What? Who's that?” “Marvin is Roman's cousin. Well,” Julian sighed. “Step-brother now, to be more accurate. We found out few years ago. He's extremely skilled in battle planning and fighting, had even bested Roman multiple times when they were younger-” “That's enough,” I snarled. “You don't need to add that part.” Julian ignored me. “Anyway, he left for the California district immediately after high school. Has a lot of accolades to show for his skills, and underwent numerous trainings.”

Now she was living her life for Julius. Suddenly, Sussan's phone buzzed with a loud chime. Julia frowned as she thought they were selecting pizza on the phone. “Sussan, your phone,” Julia said to Sussan, who was busy with Julius on her laptop, selecting pizza. Julius would not sway for anything but pepperoni. On the other hand, Sussan wanted to eat corn-loaded pizza. “What if we order both?” Sussan suggested Julius who immediately smirk at his aunt, which made Sussan raise her eyebrows as Julius smirk exactly the copy-paste of that villain. How she could not believe that Julius was not his son?