Elias At Salome Novels & Stories

To his right sat Amora, the Goddess of Love, and Nyssa, the Goddess of Life. Nestled between my mates, I locked eyes with Elias who sat across the table. His wings gleamed like fresh snow, now clean of blood. While the tension had left his shoulders, there was a new weight to them. The weight of grief. Ulrich wasted no time getting into things. He jabbed his finger at Elias and grunted. “Go on, then. Tell the kid what you told us. She went through all that trouble to get you out of your sticky situation. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be of use.”

And nothing will follow. Elias learned from living in Northcrest is to stay with his words and vocals. In that way, good communication will follow and no misunderstanding sown. That’s what Elias wants. However, his heart seemed to set aside what he had said last night and accepted Apollo’s hand. Apollo pulled him at the center of the venue, chandelier as the witness of their momentary world. “What is he doing?” “Does he know what will happen if he continued to make that slave stay beside him?”

The tension was suffocating. A slow clap echoed through the chamber. Elias. He stepped into the dim torchlight, a cruel smirk carved onto his face. Dressed in black, his presence was suffocating, his golden eyes gleaming with cold amusement. “You actually came,” Elias mused. “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure you’d be foolish enough to walk into my domain.” Selene forced herself to stand tall. “Cut the games, Elias. What do you want?” Elias’s smirk widened. “So impatient, sister. You always were. But before we talk—” His gaze flickered to Ronan. “You look… different.”

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

“What? No! Nobody knew! Only me! Nothing would happen to the company if they found me!” He pulled his mask down slowly, revealing his hard cheekbones, pointy chin covered by a stubble, sharp straight nose. My eyes widened in disbelief as I recognized no other than Salomon Ellis. Big Ellie. In the flesh before me. And by his looks, fighting hard to keep from killing me with his own hands. I stiffened when he shortened the distance between us. He was a little shorter than me, but his glare from only inches away made me feel a midget facing a mountain.

The crowned Sophia looked toward her army. For the first time she hesitated. The Betrayal Suddenly BOOM! A black spear pierced the crowned Sophia’s chest. She staggered. Everyone turned. A figure stood behind her. Elias. The man who had once been Lucien’s original ending. His face was expressionless. Sophia shouted: “Elias!” The crowned Sophia fell. Elias pulled the spear free. “She was never going to accept peace.” Sophia stared at him. “What have you done?” Elias looked at the army.

The veins on his body bulged as he stomped towards Salome. Black wisp of smoke oozed out of his body as his face turned completely black. Salome was scared and she knew things were about to happened.Should we leave now all Salome got was a wave of hand from Gabrielle to calm down. Salome gulped down in fear.Do you really want to play this game old friend? Gabrielle calmly asked.Hearing her word, Salome frowned. Why did Gabrielle call the man an old friend? Did they know each other before?Or just a formality.Salone’s question was soon answered as the man slowly answered.

I didn’t need to see it to know who it was. Elsa. My stomach twisted as I entered. There she was, seated beside my husband, her arm linked with his. The way she looked at him—with open admiration—was enough to make my chest ache. He was the first to notice me. His eyes flicked up briefly before returning to her, no trace of recognition or warmth in his gaze. “Her Majesty finally wakes,” Elsa drawled, her voice dripping with mockery. She leaned closer to him, her touch deliberate, her smirk daring me to react.

"What is she talking about?" He didn't answer immediately. She watched him look at Margaret, some silent, furious exchange passing between them — an accusation that Margaret had orchestrated exactly this moment, exactly this cornering, with the same patient precision she'd applied to everything else. Margaret simply sipped her tea, unbothered, letting the silence stretch until it became its own kind of pressure. Elias turned back to Maya, and whatever composure he'd maintained through the entire evening finally, completely gave way. "The woman in the photograph," he said slowly, "the one from before you ever met Damien. She was your mother."

’ ‘That you’re my wife,’ Elias said firmly. ‘I’m not your wife yet,’ Callie protested, though her heart fluttered at the idea. ‘Yes, you are,’ Elias countered. ‘Close your eyes.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Just do it.’ ‘Does this have something to do with what you wanted to show me?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Fine.’ Callie obediently closed her eyes. Elias took her elbow and guided her up the stairs to his room. ‘Okay, you can open your eyes now.’ Callie did.