Elijah Goldsworthy Novels & Stories

he asked. "This," she pointed to her ears. "I can hear everything for miles around... I can feel every person's being just the same. And that Jackson Park guy's aura is worse than mine." She smiled mockingly, knowing it wasn't quite true. "Well, you, because I don't know your name." "Elijah, Elijah Orleans," he mused. "But they call me Layjah." "Wow," she exclaimed. "You're named after one of the past kings of music," she informed him, referring to Elijah Mac Lookuh, a 17th century composer of classical music with a touch of the fast beat.

"He told me to stay on my side of the house. He acts like my presence is a mistake." "Well, look at that," Sarah whispered, nodding toward the big library doors. A group of guys walked toward us. They all wore expensive jackets with the school logo. In the middle was Elijah. He looked different today. His hair was neat and styled. He wore a crisp white shirt and a watch that probably cost more than my tuition. He moved with so much confidence he looked like a king. Every girl who walked past him turned to look. He was the Golden Boy. The perfect son of Mark Steels.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

His shoulders tensed, and his eyes flicked to mine as if I’d uttered the one name he didn’t dare to acknowledge, much less hear aloud. I swallowed hard. I knew, of course. Elijah was the golden child. Rowan’s older brother. The one his parents adored, the one they expected Rowan to become. But Elijah had died, and Rowan had been carrying that ever since. His relationship with his parents—whatever remained of it—had never been the same. “Don’t talk about him,” Rowan said, his voice suddenly cold, like a winter gust. “Why not?” I snapped, my heart thudding in my chest. “Why not, Rowan? You know how much he meant to you. He was a good person. And what happened to him—he deserves justice. Just l

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Amelia raised an eyebrow and said, "Your hostility is particularly strong today." Elijah had just thought of gesturing with his hand. Carl took a card and put it in his hand, saying, "Go buy some meat for yourself to eat." Elijah stared, was he the kind of person that could be bought with money? The child was about to resist, but Carl threw something over. It was said to be something, that golden gleam, making it difficult for Amelia to ignore. Elijah's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he picked up the gold ingot and took a bite. After confirming that it was real, he rolled back and forth, just like he had received his most beloved toy!

My position was encircled by criticizing eyes from the nobles. My eyebrows almost raised when I saw what Elijah was wearing. He's wearing white and gold attire, but the gold part is more dominant than the white color. Is this his way of supporting me? But he's making it look like we discussed our clothes. The prime minister was surprised when he noticed that Elijah and I were wearing the same clothes. Not the same design, but I'd still say similar.

And I was a man who always saw a return on his investments. Elijah Griffin was a fool. He had possessed a diamond and treated it like common glass, letting his ex girlfriend and his own ego shatter it. But I? I knew the value of what stood before me. She was the perfect acquisition. She was brilliant, she was beautiful, and once I folded her into my world, she would be the ultimate crowning achievement.

There was only so much bandwidth in my head, and Anthony had already taken more than his share. Later that evening, after Donna and Penny were asleep and Bethany had slipped away with her book, Elijah arrived from Milan. He let himself in through the front doors, kissed the top of my head, and collapsed into the chair as if it had been a week long journey and not just a 2 hour train ride. “You’re glowing,” he said with a smile, reaching for one of the olives on the plate I hadn’t touched. “Glowing?” “Don’t deny it.” He tossed the olive into his mouth. “I know the difference between stressed-Elisha and proud-Ostara.”

"In my entire existence, I have never sustained this kind of damage as worse as this. Now, you will regret doing this to me!" "Then do something about this," said Jacob. "Seriously, aside from King Solomon, his wife and their daughters, I am the only magician left!" "Your power is quite interesting, what is your name magician?" "Jacob is my name and I used to be the most faithful servant of King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth!" "My name is Elizer, and I am also the most faithful servant of King Abaddon! We are just in the same boat, we will do anything to protect our kings so I don't mind taking this fight seriously!"