Elias At Salome Novels & Stories

“I never thought I'd see the day you’d stoop this low, Selene,” Elias said, his voice sharp as steel. He stepped protectively in front of me, his fists clenched at his sides. Selene’s lips curled into a venomous smile. “Stoop low? I simply rose to the position you were too blind to hold on to.” She flicked her wrist, signaling her guards forward. The air was thick with tension, every second a silent countdown to disaster. I gripped Elias’s arm, my heart pounding. “We need to get out of here,” I whispered urgently.

I just wanted her out of this room before Jeremiah did something he couldn't take back. I guided her out into the hallway and toward the stairs. She stumbled over her own feet, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. We reached the front door, the foyer feeling too big and too quiet. Ella suddenly grabbed my wrists. Her eyes were red and wide with panic. “Salome, please,” she begged. “You have to help me get back in there. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll give you money. I’ll give you anything. Just help me.”

He walked pass Yntreia, watching one of the mermen, a handkerchief in his hand, doing a magic trick. “Come and join me Ellaine. They’re amazing!” Her eyes were trained on the magician and the smile on her face was a bit wistful. She must really be hypnotized. “Yo ho ho! Drop the anchor and tie up the mizzens!” The captain ascended the stairs. At his command, sound of scrambling feet against wood, cheers and grunts of men, and banging of equipments reverberated. Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!”

The stranger didn’t have to, but he still chose to, and he had saved her from her ultimate demise. Elaine had looked up from the glass cup that she had drained empty, “Elaine.” It was Naomi; her eyes were open, set on the ebony-haired knight. “I got it good this time, and I know you enjoy my company, but you can stop holding my hand now.”

So he fainted and bent over the table. Three men floated up to the table of Eloisa. Those guys are very drunk. They called his attention and couldn't escape his eyes when they approached Eloisa. He saw that Eloisa was shocked by the men. They blaspheme Eloisa. 'Which made Eloisa very angry. One of the guys touches Eloisa. She explodes a burst of anger toward that guy. Eloisa fought bravely. But— when he saw that Eloisa was already hurt by the men pulling her and kissing her forcibly. That's when he entered the scene.

he told her. He continued,” Elysium has felt different since you arrived. Everything feels more alive and more…ancient. Like there is old power coursing through here. Maybe it’s why I took notice of you when you arrived.” He said. Layla stared at him, thinking about what he had just said. So she wasn’t insane for feeling drawn to Theo. He had felt something like that too. But there felt as though there was more, more left unsaid. She could feel the tension now. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his.

“He cannot see you—not yet.” He stepped away, his breath visibly exhaling the tension. That kiss—so close, so real—vanished. And maybe, he was a little grateful for the interruption. Because for a second, all he’d seen was Lirae’s face. ***** “Your Majesty,” Elias said as he entered the lavish parlour, bowing with practiced grace and exactly the right amount of insincerity. “Elias,” Matthew said dryly, raising an eyebrow, “I came to be sure myself that you hadn’t fled.”

~~~~~~~~~~ THE NURSERY — SAME NIGHT Emilio sat in bed, a single candle flickering on his nightstand. Aria entered, sat beside him. He looked up at her. “Will you choose him?” he asked. Her voice cracked. “Never.” He rested his head on her arm. “Then don’t let him become me.” ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ELIAS’ ESTATE — FINAL SCENE Elias walked the rooftop garden. Alone. Watching the lightning. A courier approached. Whispered. Handed him a report. Elias opened it. Echo’s status: contained. He smiled.

she whimpered. "Silly girl, do you think I will let anything happen to my darling mother?" she gently patted her head. "Nothing is going to happen, so don't cry." Odette cried even louder. "Oh dear, stop with your tears, what is the use in shedding tears over spilt milk," Eloise gently caressed her head. "Now Tell me, where are those sailors? I need to talk to them," "They are down below near the fire room," she whispered, wiping her eyes.

Between those hours, the cynical owner of the chamber had arrived. “Cupid’s shaving brush?! Swollen fingers?! What have you done, Siegfried?!” an angry voice had rung throughout Helia's precipice. “My companions when you’re gone,” replied the goat-head demon selfishly. The black seraph peered at Helia imploringly with its bright dewy eyes as red as a bleed and hiding behind her demon servant’s shin and said, “Hee-hee.” The swollen fingers again scuttled silently in random directions, occasionally bumping at each other.