Elijah Kamski Novels & Stories

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

Christian clearly looked annoyed with how many times he pushed Dave away. "I'll take that as my time to leave I guess!" Jeremy backed away and I followed him. "I don't want this new information to change anything between us. I really hope it doesn't!" He was one of the rare best friends I had who were human. "It most likely won't. But this just brings a whole new different definition of crazy into this world. We'll just have to be much more careful I guess." I nodded my head and he smiled. "Thanks once again. I'll head back to the reception. My lips are sealed by the way!" I smiled gratefully and he walked away but not before glancing to look at all of us with a different look this time.

“There’s a bake sale coming up. Apparently Cade’s lemon bars are legendary… that’s his claim to fame among the parents.” Davina’s eyes lit up. “Lemon bars and handsome? Sold. Can I come?” “Of course,” I said. “You might as well meet him yourself instead of hearing about him from a seven-year-old.” She laughed, clearly pleased at the idea, when my phone began to ring across the table. I reached for it, expecting Cameron — but the name flashing on the screen made me pause. Elijah. We hadn’t spoken in a while. He always took care of the business and a few weeks ago, I’d demanded he take a long vacation. And Elijah was the sort of man disconnected on a vacation—no phones, no emails, not even a f

He was still thinking when his phone rang. Adrian answered immediately. “Davis?” “Mr. Westbrook. I’ve got preliminary info.” “Talk.” “The man in the photo is Elijah Kane. Michelin-star chef. Owns three restaurants in the city. Adrian’s stomach dropped. Not some nobody. Not some assistant. A chef. Like Kira. “Anything else?” Adrian asked, his voice tight. “Still digging. But there’s one more thing.” “What?” “They knew each other. Before. Culinary school. Nine years ago.”

* He had made a decision about what I needed to know. I went back to the sitting room and sat down and picked up my book. I did not read. My phone buzzed. **Elijah:** the security contact Damien is using. I have a name. He's ex-military intelligence. Specialized in threat assessment and personal protection. He doesn't do routine corporate security. He does serious situations. **Elijah:** adria this person's day rate is five figures. damien hired him three days ago. **Elijah:** three days ago was the day after the first phone threat.

“Heard the truth got out. Glad it worked out for you. You looked lighter up there.” I laughed quietly. “Yeah, I feel lighter. It’s been… a lot.” He leaned against his mop. “Name’s Elijah, by the way. Elijah Mason. Just started here a few weeks ago.” “Elijah Mason,” I repeated. “Nice to officially meet you outside all the drama” “Likewise, Miss Perkins,” he said with a teasing bow of his head. I rolled my eyes. “Please, just Eloise.” “Alright, Eloise,” he said, smiling again. “Friends then?”

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”

Elijah gives me a final smile, nodding to Callie, and walks out the door, leaving me standing there like an idiot. I blink, holding the smoothies in my hands, and turn to Callie, who’s staring at me like I’ve just sprouted wings. “Who the fuck was that smoke show?” she asks, her eyes wide with disbelief. I hand her the smoothie, shaking my head. “That was Elijah Drake. He’s... an old friend.” Callie nearly chokes on her acai smoothie. “Old friend? Girl, he looks like he’s stepped out of a fucking magazine.”

Isak explained. I blinked and quickly got out my phone. It only took a moment to get the projection of the building to come up. All but seven white dots were gone. Eliezer is in the basement, the three nephilim from DKE are on the first floor, and then Jerahmeel, Harris, and Isak are here on the second floor. With a snap of his fingers, Jerahmeel had sent two dozen angels away. That’s one hell of a power.

“I will not be giving you my position, Eli.” Elijah’s smirk dropped, replaced by something sharper. “Correction, Isaac,” he said quietly, his tone turning dangerous. “I don’t wish to take back my position from you. Don’t flatter yourself.” He leaned forward, his eyes glinting crimson in the dim light. “Just because he gave it to you doesn’t mean I lost my right to it. So don’t piss me off more than you already doing.” The room fell silent. The fire crackled faintly behind them, throwing red and gold light across Elijah’s face.