Zombie Domination-Chapter 37- Unreal

Julian stood tall, blood dripping from his battered clothes as his dark aura exploded outward like a storm. The oppressive force of his presence swept through the open hall, sending a chill down every spine. Brandon’s eyes widened, and for the first time, fear flashed across his face.

"Don’t just stand there, kill him!" Brandon roared at the werewolves.

But Julian’s eyes glowed ominously as he activated his skill [Domination]. An invisible wave of power slammed into the werewolves, forcing them to drop to their knees, whimpering and trembling like beaten dogs. They bowed their heads, unable to resist the absolute authority exuding from Julian.

Brandon’s voice cracked in disbelief. "No... I’m the alpha! They should obey me!"

With a furious snarl, he lunged at Julian with his claws. But Julian’s eyes flashed coldly, he sidestepped the attack, grabbed Brandon’s wrist mid-swing, and countered with a brutal knee to the gut. Brandon gasped, the air knocked from his lungs, before Julian slammed him down and climbed on top of him.

Julian’s fists came down like hammers, once, twice, over and over. Each strike cracked bone and splattered blood across the stone floor. Brandon tried to raise his arms in defense, sobbing incoherently, but Julian’s rage was unrelenting.

"P-please... stop...!" Brandon choked through broken teeth.

Julian seized him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with inhuman strength, then smashed punch after punch into Brandon’s abdomen. Brandon’s body convulsed before Julian hurled him across the hall. Brandon crashed to the floor, coughing blood, panic and horror etched across his mangled face.

Frantically, Brandon turned his eyes to Derrick, who stood frozen in terror. "Derrick! Bring Ken! Teleport me out, NOW!"

But Derrick stood paralyzed, legs shaking uncontrollably as he stared at Julian. Brandon’s fury turned to helpless desperation. "Useless fool!" he screamed.

Julian stepped forward, his eyes burning with murderous resolve. He slammed his fist into Brandon’s stomach, folding him like a ragdoll. Another punch snapped his head sideways; then Julian smashed an uppercut into Brandon’s jaw, sending teeth flying. Again and again, he pummeled him, each blow turning Brandon’s face into an unrecognizable, bloody mess.

Brandon tried to snarl, tried to shout, but only a weak gurgle escaped his ruined mouth. He tried one last time to activate his [Werewolf] skill, his eyes glimmering with feral desperation, but nothing happened. His power failed him. Panic overtook his gaze.

Julian grabbed him by the collar, eyes empty of mercy. "It’s over."

He pulled his arm back for a final blow, but suddenly, small hands wrapped around him from behind. It was Emma and Aya, tears streaming down their soot-smudged faces as they hugged him tightly.

"That’s enough, Julian," Emma whispered, her voice trembling. "He’s finished... Please, don’t lose yourself."

Aya nodded, clutching Julian’s arm. "It’s over Julian...."

Julian’s fist trembled in the air before it slowly fell. His breathing ragged, he wrapped his arms around them both, pulling them close. "I’m... sorry... I was late..." he murmured.

The exhaustion he had forced back came crashing down at once. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward into their arms, unconscious.

The coup that had unfolded under the light of the full moon had finally come to an end.

Brandon’s subordinates, who had previously transformed into werewolves, began to lose their feral forms one by one.

Their bodies trembled before they eventually collapsed, returning to their human shapes with pale, terrified faces.

Ms. Rei’s commando unit, moving swiftly, along with her subordinates, quickly secured them all. Their shaking hands were cuffed, and one by one they were escorted to the prison to await trial.

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Julian’s eyelids fluttered open, the light in the room warm and familiar. He sat up slowly, realizing he was in his old bedroom, the place where he spent countless lonely nights before the world fell apart. The posters on the wall, the worn-out desk, the faint smell of his mother’s old perfume, it was all exactly as he remembered.

He rubbed his eyes, whispering to himself, "Is this... a dream?"

Just then, the door creaked open. His father stood there, wearing a shirt half-tucked into his pants, a bright smile on his face.

"Come on, Julian! You’d better hurry or you’ll be late," his father said cheerfully.

Julian froze. His voice... his presence... it felt so real. "Dad...? When did you get home?"

His father chuckled as if the question was silly. "We just got back yesterday evening. Your mom was so excited, she’s been cooking since dawn."

Stunned, Julian followed him downstairs. The house smelled of fresh food, eggs, bacon, pancakes. His mother stood by the stove, humming softly.

She turned and smiled so wide her eyes crinkled at the corners. "Oh, you’re finally up! Do you know what time it is?" she scolded gently, but her tone was warm, almost playful.

His father laughed, nudging him with an elbow. "He probably stayed up all night texting girls. Hm? Our son’s grown up at last."

His mother gasped dramatically. "So you finally have a girlfriend?" She placed steaming plates of food on the table, more than three people could possibly eat.

His father looked over the spread and scratched his head. "Honey, is this a feast? Did you invite the whole neighborhood?"

His mother wiped her hands on her apron, eyes shining. "I guess I got carried away... it’s been so long since we had a proper meal together."

Julian’s chest ached as he looked from one smiling face to the other. The warmth, the laughter, it felt perfect, too perfect. His mind screamed at him that it couldn’t be real. They had never been like this. His parents were always away, traveling for work, leaving him alone in an empty house. There were no big breakfasts, no mornings spent together. This... was a lie.

His mother’s lips moved again, her voice growing muffled, distant, like words spoken underwater. Her eyes locked onto his, but he couldn’t understand what she was saying.

"Julian... □■□□... □□□□□..." the words were warped, echoing in his ears.

His father leaned forward, mouth opening as if to speak, but his voice was distorted, garbled. The world around Julian began to crack and shimmer.

This isn’t real. The thought cut through the dream like a knife.

The scene dissolved, the warm colors bleeding away. The smiling faces of his parents blurred and melted into darkness. His heart pounded, and he felt himself being yanked backward into consciousness.

Julian blinked, his vision slowly coming into focus as the dim light of the room greeted him. His entire body throbbed with pain, a dull, heavy ache pulsing under the bandages wrapped around him from head to toe. He realized he was lying on a cot, the scent of antiseptic thick in the air. freёnovelkiss-com

Turning his head, he saw Clarissa, Emma, Aya, and Veronica all asleep, huddled together in awkward but endearing positions on chairs beside his bed. Their heads leaned on each other’s shoulders, their breathing soft and steady. Julian couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle, they looked so close, like sisters who had been together their whole lives.

Noticing the darkness beyond the window, he wondered aloud, his voice hoarse, "How long... was I out?"

His thoughts turned heavy. He scolded himself for being reckless, he had promised to protect Emma and Aya, yet he’d left them alone and vulnerable.

’I was so stupid’, he thought.

"Why the sour face?" a familiar voice broke the silence.

Julian turned his head sharply, pain lancing through his neck, and saw Randoff and Eliza standing near the foot of his bed. He hadn’t even noticed them enter. "Ah... Sorry," he rasped. "I didn’t realize you were here."

Eliza smiled gently, her eyes reflecting the exhaustion of someone who had been through hell. "You worry too much about things you don’t need to," she said, casting a quick glance at Randoff, who chuckled beside her.

Randoff crossed his arms over his chest and said firmly, "That’s what makes a man, Eliza."

Eliza sighed, rolling her eyes at him before returning her gaze to Julian. "Regardless," she said softly, "we’re grateful to you. You saved everyone."

Julian shifted uncomfortably under the sheets. "I only did what I wanted to do," he said, his voice low but sincere. Then he looked up at Randoff. "Are your wounds... healed?"

Randoff shrugged with a small, reassuring smile. "No danger to my life, thanks to Selena’s quick treatment."

Julian’s eyes softened, gratitude plain on his face. "Thank you... for saving me back there. If you hadn’t shielded me from Cris’s attack—"

"It was just reflex," Randoff interrupted with a shake of his head. "I knew you’d dodge it anyway."

Julian chuckled quietly, his expression earnest. "That reflex... saved my life."

Eliza stepped closer and rested a hand on Julian’s blanket. "For now, you need to rest," she said firmly. She glanced at the four young women sleeping so peacefully at his side and, with a faint smile, gently pulled a blanket up to cover them all.

Randoff and Eliza shared a look, then turned back to Julian. "Get some sleep," Randoff said. "We’ll handle things out here."

With that, the two of them stepped quietly out of the room, leaving Julian staring at the ceiling, a sense of peace, if only temporary, settling over him.

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