Elias At Salome Novels & Stories

"No way. Why did this happen?" Before Zillah opened his mouth, Rose below exploded first. She angrily pointed at Salome, dissatisfied, questioning. "You are not originally Salome, right? She invited you to act. She is an orphan with no father or mother, how can she be master Salome's master? I don't believe." Salome had not seen Bertha for a long time. She was extremely happy but was angered by Rose's words. "Insulting my master and insulting me, you don't want to live anymore, right?"

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.

I opened Eulalia's door with so much force and she jumped from her seat in fear "Co-nstantine," she said and her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying since "Can you explain to me, why Caesare has my designs?" I shouted angrily "I- I'm sorry, I don't know how he got it. I swear to you I don't know how it got missing" "Missing?, Did I hear you say missing. You are a liar" "I swear I'm not lying"

“God, be merciful to me, a sinner.” Sophia moaned louder, pushing back onto his cock. “Harder. Fuck your sin into me. Fill this dirty pussy.” He grabbed her hips tighter, slamming deeper. The table creaked under them. Her cunt clenched around him, hot and soaking, gripping every vein of his cock. Elias leaned over her back, one hand wrapping around her throat lightly, the other still working her clit. “You’re going to make me damn my soul,” he whispered harshly in her ear, then bit her neck.

Arthur had always known that many disliked Elara because she was an outsider, and he didn’t want to give them the advantage while he was still bedridden. He gave her a faint smile, pride shining in his eyes. “I don’t doubt that for a moment.” --- Later that evening, after ensuring Arthur was settled and resting, Elias returned to Selene’s room intending to monitor her progress with the lingering effects of the poison. He found her in a deep sleep, looking as though she was trapped in a nightmare. Her face was frowning, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she tossed and turned. Elias walked up to her, almost reaching out when she caught his hand mid-air, her eyes snapping open as if she

“And what about me, Rory? Did you even think what it would do to me losing you again?” I flinched. Selene’s laughter echoed through the darkened air. “Touching. But useless now.” We both turned toward her. The smoke was rising higher, twisting into the shape of something almost human. Selene smiled, her eyes glowing gold. “You see? The ritual’s price must still be paid.” The black smoke pulsed, making a figure. My breath caught. It was him. Elias. He stood there, pale and shaking, his chest rising with weak, broken breaths.

Freya’s voice turned hoarse as she struggled to say something. She knew that the Tate household always kept to their word. They were much crueller and more headstrong than the Moses family. If they said they were going to chop off Elijah’s arms, they would… She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes. Then, she opened her eyes to gaze at Old Master Tate. “However, Elijah is Sal’s wife. “If you hurt him… “Sally would never agree to that.”