Let Them Kneel (kaelani and Julian) novel Chapter 101

Jace didn’t answer immediately. He turned a few more fragile pages, reading over a paragraph in silence before nodding. “All Fae can teleport—but only within their own realm. Traveling between realms… that’s different. That’s called realm-walking. And according to this, it’s only possible for those descended from an ancient bloodline.”

Julian leaned back slightly, the weight of that revelation pressing into his chest. “Kaelani’s mother came to this realm when she brought her to Garrick as an infant,” he murmured, more to himself than to Jace.

Jace glanced up. “Then she must’ve been from one of those ancient lines. Garrick said she was powerful—and based on this…” He tapped the next page. “Look at all these other abilities listed for Fae alone.”

Julian surveyed the cataloged powers as Jace recited each one.

“Glamouring—creating illusions to change appearance.

Telepathy—speaking directly to another’s mind.

Memory manipulation.

Emotional manipulation.

Voice of command—sounds a hell of a lot like an Alpha order.

Fire crafting, wind control, frost touch, animal bonding.

Seasonal shifting.

Nature healing.

Hyper-awareness.

Enhanced longevity. Slowed aging.

Language absorption—the ability to instantly understand any spoken or written tongue.

Lie detection.

Binding magic. Rune magic…”

Julian’s brow furrowed deeper with each ability. It was like peeling back the edge of a world he didn’t even know existed—and Kaelani was at the center of it.

Then he said quietly, “What about the violet energy blasts? I don’t see that anywhere.”

Jace flipped more pages, searching. “Yeah… that’s not in here.” He frowned. “Maybe it’s super rare?”

Julian swiped a hand down his face and exhaled sharply. “What makes you think he’ll help us?”

“He will,” Jace said. “But you know what we’ll have to do.”

Julian closed his eyes, jaw clenching as the weight of it settled in. “This goes against everything we stand for… our very existence.”

Jace’s tone was quiet, but resolute. “Hey, I don’t want to kneel to him any more than you do. But what other choice do we have?”

Silence stretched between them.

Julian stayed still, eyes shut, his thoughts spiraling. He didn’t have other options. Time was slipping through his fingers like sand, and Kaelani was out there—alone, possibly in danger. There wasn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for her.

Finally, he exhaled slowly and opened his eyes, sharp with resolve.

“Fine,” he said, voice taut and ice-edged, “guess we’d better get dressed…”

A bitter pause.

“Then we go knock on the devil’s door.”