Elias At Salome Novels & Stories

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.

she said against swollen lips. They slipped out separately, descending different stairs, reentering the chaos of quick changes and painted smiles. No one noticed the marks beneath collars, the tremor in famous hands, the scent of sex clinging to their skin like perfume. Onstage, when Salome finally kissed the severed head, Elena’s tongue lingered longer than rehearsal had ever allowed. In the private box above, empty now, the velvet chaise bore dark stains and the faint imprint of two bodies that had burned the house down without striking a single match.

I ask. Elias stood up and walked towards me; without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed me passionately. I quickly responded. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs hung on his waist. Elias put me down on the table; his big hand started moving along my neck and stopped at my chest. I gasped and looked up at him. Elias had no intention of stopping; his hand slowly moved down my stomach and pulled my underwear off. He rubbed my vagina, making me moan, and I saw pleasure in his dark pupils.

“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.

One drop, two, three, fall into the bowl. The liquid inside writhes like it is alive, turning silver, then white, then a light so pure it hurts to look at. Gasps ripple through the hall. Malphas lifts the bowl high. His blind eyes weep tears of rapture. “Behold!” he cries. “The soul of Elara Wynne burns brighter than any in a thousand years! She is chosen! She is pure! She is the bride the Serpent has waited for!” The cheering is deafening.

'm giving you only a week to bring my daughter back to me, or else you can forget about having me in your life”. With that, she stormed off, her reddened eyes overflowed with tears as she walked away. “Rebecca!!!” Eliot called out repeatedly, begging her to come back but his efforts proved in vain as Rebecca proceeded out of the estate. I hadn't even noticed when the bouquet of roses I was holding fell to the ground, causing his attention to divert to me. “What're you doing here?” He questioned, voice rising as he demanded a response. My mind went blank as I uttered the words my brain still couldn't process. “Elisa's missing?”. His expression faltered from a moment, upon noticing my distress

“Call me Elias, father to the priestess you tried to save.” The crowned woman stiffened. “You’re a liar.” “I’m the truth,” Elias said calmly. “And I will finish what I started.” A chill ran through me as memories flashed unbidden of a man in the village who’d always seemed to watch from the shadows, whose words cut deeper than knives. Dante stepped forward, summoning a shield of light. “We won’t let you.” Elias’s eyes flared. “You misunderstand. I’m not here to fight you, I’m here to offer a choice.”

Elara trembled, unable to speak. Elias pulled her into his arms. “I took her,” he said flatly. “This has nothing to do with Elara.” Selene froze. I froze too. I looked into Elias’s eyes. There was not a single trace of drunkenness in his eyes, only cold, unshakable resolve. Then I realized. He was reborn too. And in those depths, I saw nothing but blind devotion to Elara and unbridled hatred for me. Selene’s hand tightened around her silver dagger.