Elijah Kamski Novels & Stories

Regar said, staring at the Beta. "Watching him?" The Beta is certainly surprised by the Alpha's request, because so far Kiter has always been allowed to play as he pleases. He sees Kiter and Regar's relationship as a friend filling each other's voids. "Then what business does it take you to go to Jazmore?" "I received an invitation from Eden," Regar explained, then proceeded to enter the castle. Preparing for his departure for Jazmore.

I asked him as he got to his feet. "There's been another attack. On my uncle's pack" He answered rubbing his hand on his face. "Oh my," I said placing my hand over my mouth. "I have to go tame care of somethings. Goodnight Celeste." Elijah said, bending a little to place a kiss on my cheek. "Goodnight" I whispered back. I change into a fresh pair of pajamas and lay on my bed, smiling as I remember the passionate kiss the king and I shared. ****

Wow, they must be close. Elijah meets my eye, then walks over to me with one hand in his pocket. “Good morning, Cameron. I am certain this space is to your liking?” He says, waving his hand around the room. “Yes, it is quite lovely, thank you. The views are immaculate from this high up,” I say, nodding then walking over to the floor to ceiling window overlooking the London skyline.

But today, his words hit harder, a reminder of the harsh reality I was living in. I made my way to the elevator, my heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation. The penthouse was a world apart from the rest of the hotel—a luxurious, opulent space that felt like a different universe. Markos stood by the window, looking out over the city. When he turned to face me, his expression was cold, almost distant. "You missed two days of work," he said, his voice clipped. "Care to explain?"

I needed anything that would numb the phantom sensation of Kian’s fingers brushing my forehead earlier that afternoon. I heard the sliding door open, and then Elijah was there. He didn't crowd me; he just leaned against the frame with two glasses of wine, looking as relaxed as he always did after a long day at the office. To the rest of the world, he was the formidable Elijah Hayes. To me, he was the guy who had seen me at my absolute worst and offered me a way out.

He puffed his chest out as he spoke. “Is that so? Why don't I believe you?” “Awww come on. Killian, tell her how awesome I am. Hm? Hm?” “Well, Jared might look like a wimpy kid but he's actually very intelligent…” Killian continued speaking while Jared inputted once in a while. However, Elijah was quiet throughout, his eyes dark. He was thinking about something, and I didn't know if I wanted to know about it. ZADE'S POV

“Don’t be delusional. They’re all dangerous. Asher is the worst, he can kill with anything within reach. Mateo, he’s not here, but he’s an expert with guns. And then there’s Elijah, a hacker who can break into anything in the world.” As expected of Levi. He did his research. Elijah, completely unbothered by the conversation, spun his laptop around to face me. “I finished in three minutes.” On the screen were detailed files and secrets of powerful men. “I hacked into the government system and got all the information you need,” he said smugly. I clapped my hands. Elijah needed to be praised, or he’d start whining. “You’re so amazing, Elijah. You are so good.”

Satisfied, he grasped her hand, pulling her along, and the two of them went on together to join with their companions in their merriment. *** Damascus was a small town northeast of Elkshire. Located deep in the southernmost forests of Delphi, set on the far side of the river which flows up through Sa'ar to the North Sea from its origin on the Royal Mountain Chain, Damascus was a town of little worldly significance. It was, however, the home of one Eliezer Horatio Webber, the Kingsmen Ambassador who had left his property in the care of his friend, Ignatius Eldstrom, a kindhearted emigrant from Euphess who was, also, a skilled metal worker and devoted Kingsmen.

"And they listened." Cameron stepped beside me. "That's supposed to make us trust you?" "I'm not here to make you trust me," Elijah said calmly. "I'm here because the ones giving orders are done playing by the rules." My heart thudded against my ribs. There was something in his tone I hadn't heard before. Not pity. Not regret. A strange edge. Maybe desperation. "You should go," I said. "Because if you're lying again, I won't flinch next time."

~DAMON AND ELISHA~ “So, Mr. Meir,” Eric Krane spoke, “Doctor Hersch tells me you moved to Ohio to take on a high priority client.” Krane was the most intimidating of the bunch. He was head of Elisha’s practice, overseeing every move that she made. It was smart, considering it was his money funding her. Damon looked and then nodded. The last thing he needed was this to be about Kahlan. “Tell me, why was she such a high priority?” “Well, she witnessed a seven-teen year old male, murder her father and step mother.”