Elias At Salome Novels & Stories

He didn’t notice me until I was close enough to touch him. “Elarian,” he exclaimed, sounding a bit too surprised to see me. “I… uh… I have no excuse for what happened, and I am sorry. But Blair wanted things to happen like that. She wanted you to see us like that, and Jonathan was right all along, she is using dark magic.” He looked surprised that I wasn’t shocked to hear what he had to say. “I know that already. Elyse and Jonathan are looking into it as we speak,” I said to him, and he sighed heavily.

the priest asked, his eyes fixed on Gael. Gael's voice, filled with unwavering conviction, rang through the church. "I do," he replied, his words carrying a depth of emotion that resonated with everyone present. The priest then turned his gaze to Elma. "And do you, Elma, take Gael to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for as long as you both shall live?" Elma's voice trembled slightly, her emotions threatening to spill over. "I do," she said, her eyes locked with Gael's, conveying a promise that went beyond words.

“Please, listen to me! Liam misses you! Don’t you want to see him? Don’t you want to hold your son again?” His words hit me like a blow. I froze mid-step, my back still turned to him. My heart clenched painfully at the mention of Liam, the one part of my life I had longed for but kept distant. “Isa,” Elias said quietly, his tone steady but insistent. “Don’t fall into his trap. You know better than to let him manipulate you.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to take a deep breath. He was right—this wasn’t the time. Not yet. “Elena’s waiting for you at home,” Elias added, his voice soft but resolute.

What a horrid disgusting homosexual creature who had no manners whatsoever. She stepped forward, tilting up her chin as she looked down at Elliot. “You do realize I’m directly connected to Zedekiel, don’t you?” she asked confidently. “I am to wed the him after all so I suggest you watch your tone. I could ruin what you have with Prince Ludiciel in an instant.”

Elias suddenly let go of her and she numbly fell to the floor, her hand still bleeding. "Come, let me help you up. Go meet your people," Elias stretched out his hand to her and offered her a small smile which she immediately got fooled with. She slowly walked towards the coven of witches and had only gotten halfway when the other side of Elias' sword came out of her stomach. The last thing she saw before she died was Helen's mother's evil smile.

The witch lamented in annoyance. "I know that, Evanora!" The king shouted in anger and I jumped back in fright but kept my lips sealed as to not expose my presence to them. Elijah gazed at the door, his eyes glowing a bright golden color and his hands in a fist. I quickly placed my back on the door, praying that he did not see me. "She's the perfect vessel Elijah," The witch - or should I say Evanora muttered softly to him and I released the breath I was holding when I realized that he did not notice me eavesdropping.

He shouted for the butler, his voice raw, commanding, but his hands stayed firm on me, grounding me against the storm of my body. Elias stood where he was, his expression unreadable, though his eyes—his eyes burned with something I couldn’t name. Not pity. Not shock. Something else entirely. The study spun, thunder crashing, rain pounding, my pulse collapsing into chaos. And somewhere in the haze of pain and fear, I caught the faintest curve of Elias’s lips. A smile. And in that moment, through the ache twisting my body, one truth pierced clearer than the storm: Elias hadn’t come back for Luca.

His face was calm, practiced; his eyes—flat, obsidian knives Soren once fell into—found him and did not look away. “It’s been a long time, darling,” Elias said, voice smooth and dangerous, velvet stretched over steel. “I thought you’d be wiser by now. But here you are, still clinging to scraps. To him.” His gaze slid toward Travian, cool disdain knitting his brow. “Pathetic.” Soren’s throat tightened. A tremor lived in his hands. He tried to speak and only a strained whisper came out. “What… what are you doing here?”

“Elijah Darius, and as I said, he has great evidence to back his claim... if he didn't, I wouldn't be poking a bear with a stick... So stay in Syldavia, and make our job easier, okay?” The name, “Elijah,” hit Elmer like a hammer right in his chest, it felt like being struck by a truck at full speed, knocking every breath in his lungs along with the last drops of air as reality settled in and he went quiet immediately, his eyes freezing open. Seeing the look of doom on Elmer's face, Mr. Bamford shook his head before walking off with his men, and just like that, the five young girls and Elmer's buddies stood from the couch, hurrying off like he had become a taboo and they should have no busine

The sound of tire on the driveway. Salome sat up straight and breathed, “That is a surprise! I was not expecting Lucas today.” She got up and went to the window. She peeked through the curtains. “It is Lucas!” She said excitedly. Then her voice changed. “He came with Andre. And….it looks like someone else is in the car with them.” Lydia groaned. “Please do not let it be Elara.” Salome looked back at me with a strange look in her eyes. Worried. “Let us go see,” she said softly.