Elijah Klaus Novels & Stories

Daniel was close by, among them. "I'm Elijah. My betas, Cliff and Joel. My friends, Rebekah, Tamara, and Kat." He replied, subtly. He didn't say my name fully. He was hiding the fact I was really there. Kol must have felt something when he heard the name, Kat. He would probably think it's someone else.

The secluded countryside estate was quiet except for the soft rustle of wind through the trees. Elara stood in the center of the large, sunlit studio, sketchbook in hand, trying to steady her nerves. At 20 years old, being accepted as the private apprentice to the reclusive artist Klaus was a dream come true — and a little terrifying. Klaus was 38, tall and powerfully built, with sharp features, dark hair, and piercing grey eyes that seemed to see straight into her soul. He moved with quiet intensity as he set up the easel and canvas.

Liesel glanced up and noticed Elijah standing at the doorway. Elijah took out a cigarette pack from his suit's inner pocket and toyed with it nonchalantly. His eyes, warm and inviting, were trained on Liesel as he asked playfully, "Have you seen what they're saying about us out there on the internet?" Liesel held his gaze, clearly waiting for him to go on. "They're saying that we're the perfect couple—a match made in heaven," Elijah said with a cheeky grin. "I wouldn't mind if they tossed in some well wishes as well, like wishing us a lifetime of happiness together."

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.”

“Is that your new job? You’re going to die at this rate, Elijah.” He froze mid-bite. He turned, but the first thing he saw was the shoes of the person who spoke. Slowly, he looked up—Elisse stood above him, one eyebrow raised. “E-Elisse.” “Yes, the one and only. Why are you here looking like that? You look like you’ve been licked by a pack of dogs.” He stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth but didn’t chew it. “I… got caught in the rain.” “Chew that first.”

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

# ELIJAH’s P.O.V. Two years later... I waited for almost half of my life for this girl... I patiently waited for her to come back, right after she search for herself. I waited even though we’ve got a lot of doubts about ourselves... But in the end, we find it worth it. Kate and I... The two of us finally became an official couple.

If the Roman and Greek Gods exist then he is probably one of them. As the class ended, Zion left coolly. He knew that she would come to him on her own. The one biggest change that was seen in Zion after returning from Korea was that he has become a playboy. Before, he never used to bother about girls. That's why a couple of months back he humiliated the school's goddess. Emma saw him leaving. She was a little disappointed. But she decided not to lose hope. With a quick step she tried to follow him and saw him walking away. Emma ran to reach closer to him. He was wearing earbuds. Emma tried calling him but he did not listen.