Elijah Goldsworthy Novels & Stories

“So, Conrad is evil and although he’s paying you to kill me you’re going to kill him.” “Yes, his time’s up anyway,” I said and then opened my mind. ‘Ulfr Banamaðr.’ He was intelligent enough to know what that meant. “Why are you telling me this?” He asked. “It was also Conrad Baugarten that hired Gustav Merrick to kill John Whitcombe,” I said to him. “How do you know that? You’re what twenty-four at most? John died fifteen years ago,” he said. “I wasn’t always like this, Malachi, I used to be normal. Gustav Merrick always requires a signed contract,” I said and walked towards the window where he had found me earlier. “I’m twenty-two.” I picked the envelope up and handed it to him.

Andrew simply stared at him, his expression unchanging. "Is there another fatty around here that I'm missing?" Elon's face twisted into a vicious grin, his laughter growing louder and more menacing. "You've got some nerve, kid, talking to me like that. Fine, I'll give you one chance. Listen carefully." He puffed out his chest, clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice. "I am Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family from Blumedale. Remember that."

~Avia Isaiah's fingers press gently into my jaw, turning my head around so he can examine my face. Kit's hit has left a mark, which I've thankfully covered with makeup, although by the seething anger simmering in Isaiah's gaze, some of it is still visible. It's not good, considering it's Tai's wedding day to Elise, and important people will be present. But by the end of the ceremony, it won't matter. "I'm going to kill him," Isaiah growls softly.

I will be complete again. “If you’re thinking about your money… I am sorry but you cannot take it back” She told me but I didn’t listen to her because this is not because of money. This is because of my life and the secret of it. I want to know everything about my life and how it started after the spiritual war. Maybe Isaiah is the angel who owns the white smoke. That is why I need to see him and know him. “Isaiah is a dangerous man,” She said, trying to stop me in whatever plan that I have in mind.

His aura radiates respect all the way. “Elijah here.” Elijah is effortlessly captivating—tall, lithe, and graceful, like a dancer or an actor. His mixed features give him a unique handsomeness: high cheekbones, full lips, and long lashes over thoughtful eyes. He speaks with passion, his hands expressive, and always smiling and teasing.

That dickhead. I hated him. My hate for him should have propelled me to save Ivy, but I tended to avoid anything that had to do with him. Elijah was three years younger than I was. He was the school's golden boy. The co-captain of the football team and Grace's younger brother. That makes him one of the High Council's sons. His father was an alpha. He was going to be an alpha, too. He had his life already planned out for him, just like some other kids here.

“I don’t recall saying I wouldn’t.” Her lips twitched in amusement before she gestured toward the man who had been at her side. “This is Elijah. He’s an old friend.” Elijah extended a hand, his smile effortless. “Good to finally meet you. Naomi’s mentioned you.” Mr. Wells shook his hand, his grip firm but measured. “Has she?” Naomi shot Elijah a look before turning back to Mr. Wells. “Elijah’s an artist. He has a few pieces here tonight.” Mr. Wells glanced at the nearest canvas, then back at Elijah. “Impressive.”

I began to smile and couldn't stop. “You have a beautiful smile, but want to share what you are smiling about?” Galen asked looking down at me. I looked up and told him, “I prayed. For the first time, I prayed, and I feel peaceful and joyful. I know everything will be all right.” He squeezed my hand and lifted it to his lips. “I have been praying too.” He informed me. “Ever since I been researching the Prophet Elijah and how everything he Prophesied has come to past. I found out he was here on earth thousands of years ago Prophesying God's word, and he never died. God just took him to heaven when he was done. Then the same Prophet suddenly appears on Valaisha and stayed there many years Prop

The air shimmered with perfume and candlelight. Then— Familiar hands. A firmer grip. Callused fingers brushing mine. I turned. Elijah. He wore a sleek black suit with a matching tie, his collar sharp, his shirt white like snow. His hair was a little tousled, like he’d run his fingers through it just before stepping inside. And his eyes—gold, intense—met mine and didn’t let go. “Elijah,” I breathed. “I didn’t know you were here. It’s a faculty event, isn’t it?”

Again. He was wondering why Nrikawn didn't claim to select another new Hand. He could have chosen any of the skillful Lords from The Royal Committee members. Elijah had served his father the Greatest King Ramos for more than thirty years, then he had to serve his son again, for how long who knew. He had the perfect opportunity to seize the throne with the help of his secret army, but many weird things had happened that day. The rise of the Lord of Life and one of the most powerful witch in the history Hadassah who was also his dead former wife, they both had been back. He had always schemingly thought that he knew every important secret all over the kingdom, but those two had proved him wron