Elijah Klaus Novels & Stories

I replied letting my eyes drift to his rising chest. "You've seen Clair?" Elijah asks, falling even more into my touch. "Yes, I have, he's a rather....intrguing being" I reply nodding my head, recalling my many encounters with Clair. Elijah let out a sigh as my fingers massaged his scalp, his midnight hair brushing my fingers, he actually looked even more handsome with his devious green eyes closed. His white dress shirt open just by a few buttons, his chest almost visible to me, I smile looking up at his face, his sharp jaw line was enough to make the devil blush, Elijah Camorra, he was a beautifully carved being, I would admit that anyday.

She did not want her daughter anywhere near this confrontation. Klaus arrived with a dozen guards, his face hard, his eyes cold. He was taller than Niklas, broader, with the same sharp features but none of the warmth. He looked at Elif like she was something he had scraped off his boot. "The half-blood," he said. "I was hoping you would come." "I am here to talk." "There is nothing to talk about. You have no claim to power. You are not pureblood. You are not even fully wolf. You are an abomination, and everything you have built is an insult to our kind."

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After getting to the last button, he scowled and muttered, "I need someone that knows Syldavia... But can I trust Peach?" Pulling his shirt off his shoulders, Elijah took in a deep breath and eyed her reflection in the mirror. Since he entered Syldavia, he never really had the chance to explore the country because he was busy being a loyal and stay-at-home-husband to Melina. But now, he really needed to start learning his way around the country, and his first option was Peach, but the trust factor in their relationship wasn't quite there. With another sigh, Elijah pulled off his pants, dropping them carelessly on top of his shirt, and shortly after, he walked into the shower, letting the war

“All we want is what’s best for you.” “Oh really?” Mauve spat. “I don’t even know you!” His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers. “My name is Nicholas Clarke. Your Eliot. I know it sounds strange, but you have to trust us, Mauve.” Eliot. The word made no sense. None of this did. Before she could argue again, Sephie’s voice cut in. “We need to go, Eliot.” Nicholas gave her a sharp nod—and began to pull Mauve away from the direction of her school.

Elijah would seize on any excuse to punish them. Guilt washed over me in waves. I hadn’t protected them long enough. “No one is to approach her. No food, no water. She tried to kill the heir of the Golden Claws—this will be her punishment!” Elijah’s final order cracked like a whip. I stared at him in disbelief, for the first time realizing just how cruel he truly was. I tried to run, but it was already too late. Elijah had bonded not only with Beta Hendricks, but with his Gamma, Mason, and several warriors as well.

Elijah listened to their voices, so he exclaimed. "It's okay. Let him in." The guards bowed their heads and walked out while Kyle removed the unseen dust from his suit. "So what brought you here? Mr. Kyle, Ivan." Elijah was calm. The traces of his hideous crimes were nowhere to be seen. "Where are Elisa and Liam?" He wanted to grasp his collar and punch him in the face until it was bleeding, but no, Kyle had to be patient. "How could I know?" Elijah shrugged his shoulders. That angered Kyle more. He clenched his fist and headed towards him, clutching his collar. He pulled him to his feet.

On hearing Jeremy’s name, Delilah’s face distorted in the worst way possible. “Can you so a spell that will have him dead?” Delilah said. And just then someone emerged from the door. “I told you that she was evil” Jeremy said. Delilah’s eyes almost fell out of it’s socket when she saw that it was none other that Klaus and his father. “thank you priestess” Klaus said as he shot daggers at Delilah. “Baby I—” Delilah began but Klaus moved to get dude swiftly and snapped her neck.

' Elijah thought, doing his best not to show his discomfort. The last of the four introduced himself. The man stood six feet tall, with short spiky blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a green shirt and brown pants. "Heinrich." He said extending his hand to Elijah. 'He sticks out more than the woman with two different eye colors.' Elijah thought, trying to make sure his face didn't show what he was thinking. Peter clapped his hands together.

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.