Elijah Kamski Novels & Stories

I have never seen this man speaking with anyone other than it is important, and seeing him smiling is definitely a shock for me. Both of them seem to be having some conversation, looking quite an at ease with each other. "Good morning, guys." I wave at them to get their attention. "Good morning." Brooke's eyes shift to me, and I am greeted by her warm smile while Elijah greets me with a nod of his head. Elijah has been visiting the clubhouse more often as he is working with Jarek on the situation of the hunters. He is an alpha, but he turned rogue after his people were killed in an attack that happened when he was a teenager.

"Man, you need to be concerned with her hurting YOU!! Yeah, you big and all, but that girl is a killer for real. Goddess forbid you hold back. She might accidentally kill you!" Elias said, chuckling. "He's exaggerating, Elijah. I'm not that bad." All the guys, Psy, even Bruce gave me a side ways look. I smirked, blushing. Damn. A bitch can't train without judgment?? Elijah shrugged his shoulders before walking into the ring with me. He really is a big guy. He's literally bigger than everyone here, I believe. He stood across from me, arms crossed over his chest. Elijah is damn near 7 foot tall, and his ass is wide as hell. He has beautiful hazel eyes that contrasted beautifully with his deep

He is cursed in this matter. He was frustrated so he grabbed his mobile phone and sent a DM to the person whom he remembered just now. "Up,kitten?" He waited. A minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes. But no reply. "Ugh." He threw the phone away and exactly at that moment the notification of the phone made him run faster than Usain Bolt. Attraction towards someone whom you never met, whom you never saw, isn't it unusual and unexpected? Especially when it comes to the mighty Zion Black Knight?

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

I waited for an explanation, for Jace to tell me Silas was lying, but the awkwardness stretched on for several agonizing moments. I broke it. "Jace, please," I whispered. "Silas told me you were working for the enemy. He said you were a sleeper agent. What is going on for heaven’s sake? Is anyone going to tell me a thing at all? Jace finally broke. He leaned forward, the light hitting the dark circles under his eyes. "This is my older brother, Elijah,” His voice devoid of any emotions. "And I didn't lead you here to explain myself, Kamara."

Still breathing the same heavy air. Gabe sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, watching Elijah without speaking. Like he was waiting for Elijah to pull the trigger first. Elijah slid the USB into his laptop. The machine hummed, a little click sounding louder than it should have. Folders appeared on the screen. Cold. Ordinary. But the weight of them made Elijah’s hands tremble on the trackpad. He opened the first folder. Then the first document. And froze. His name was the headline. ELIJAH C. VALE

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.

David replied, and although his tone was sweet, his words were authoritative. ‘It is high time I come here,’ and ‘Who was that man today?’ and ‘What has this to do with Amelia?’ Gulping, Rosa shut her eyes for a second and then opened them again to look forward to the future. As she opened them, she gazed at him and faced the young guy who was Kevin full in the face. “He is Elijah; I knew him before... Before all this... There is a portion of my life, my tale, that I haven’t shared with you. ”

“What do you mean? If you’re not seeing anything, how do you know this?” Gabriel’s lips curl into a bitter, almost sardonic smile. “You should know better than anyone, Damien,” he says, his voice almost accusing. “You know how Elijah operates. He waits. He watches. He doesn’t rush in blindly like the others. He bides his time, waits for the perfect moment, then strikes. It’s always been his way.”