Elijah Mikaelson Shirtless Novels & Stories

Rarity Elijah if moved gently, me removing in inside in your arms. I whimpered softly as even the slightest movement sent searing pain through my body. Elijah got up and took off the sweatshirt he was wearing, leaving him only in pajama pants, a shirt and soaked slippers. He delivered O sweatshirt for me. Here. View this. I moved slowly but determinedly, and with Elijah's help, I managed to to place The part in clothing about my form trembling.

I don’t even feel worthy of the quiet crush I carry around like a stupid teenage girl. I move through the hallway silently, hoping to make it up the stairs unseen. But I stop short. Eli appears at the end of the corridor, shirtless, glistening with sweat, his upper body sculpted like he walked out of a painting. The garage light glows behind him, casting his figure in sharp, clean shadows—wide shoulders, strong chest, defined abs, a sheen of effort running down his torso. His jeans hang just right, and for a second—just a second—I feel an ache I hate. An ache I despise.

( has he dusts off his body with a smile) Elijah is unharmed by the blast and his being has changed completely with his body glowing with a bright white light, he had also gained a jacket made of pure light with light flakes floating out of him, dark lines marked around his body creating a sense of divinity from his person PAIMON : what is this?? ( with shock on his face) ELIJAH : Let me show you… ( with a serious expression)

Raven stood there with Elijah, both of them holding the shutter up enabling me to pull Mykel out. Once cleared they dropped the shutter it smashed into the ground sending a cloud of dust into the air. Looking back at Mykel his face was burned from the gas. It had to have been silver. Looking down at my fur other than it being filthy, I was uninjured. I suppose being what I am has some perks after all. Shifting back into my human form Elijah handed me his shirt. Mykel would likely be pissed to see me wearing it, but I knew he would be more pissed if I were to walk around naked.

He saw me peeking. Mortified, I turned around and put my cold fingers on my flaming hot cheeks. Elijah laughed at how awkward I was “Pants. Now. Please?” I said sternly, trying to cover up my embarrassment. I heard some shuffling, then Elijah came into my view fully clothed. He was wearing a dark green jacket and black jeans. “I’m sorry, I was just teasing you. Did I make you uncomfortable?” I shook my head, refusing to meet his gaze.

, Marcus said this time to a guard, who brought a phone to me, I looked at their face, my fists clenched tightly, the guard began shaking from my reaction, I harshly collected it, It was one of the social media apps, and the caption read “A member of the trusted circle and the next Luna shares explicit moments….” The actual fuck, Elijah’s photo was placed next to a video, he was shirtless and his dragon tattoo was displayed over his body, I clicked the video, and I almost threw the phone away, I, however, watched my Rayell lay on the bed naked at that!!!?, a man was over her, touching her intimately, he was wearing a mask, but his bare shoulders had a huge dragon tattoo, almost like the one

I flicked on the soft lamp by the couch. “We’re both dripping,” I said with a nervous laugh. “You should take off your wet shirt before you catch a cold. I’ll grab you a towel.” Elias stood in the middle of my living room, water pooling at his feet. He looked… shy. Almost vulnerable. But when he reached up and slowly pulled his soaked black t-shirt over his head, my breath caught. Holy hell. Underneath the plain shirt was a body I never expected. Lean, sculpted muscle. Smooth skin. And tattoos — beautiful, intricate ink covering his chest and shoulders.

My muscles ache from earlier sparring drills, but none of that matters. This burning light… it's no longer foreign. It moves with me. Trusts me. As though it’s been waiting for me to catch up all along. Across from me stands Elian, shirtless under the sun, his golden-brown skin shining with sweat. There’s a smudge of dirt across his cheek, and his messy blond hair is tied back in a bun, with some of the curls falling in soft waves over his eyebrows.

And as always, her lips parted and a blush crept up her cheeks as her eyes soaked in every masculine detail that constituted his broad chest. "You're drooling," Elijah whispered to her, a lazy smile hanging from his lips. He was looking at her again. Rhiannon snapped her gaze back to his face. Elijah usually wore a shirt whenever he was leaving the house, so this was her first time seeing him like this in the sun. His finger came up to her lips, and she sucked in a quiet breath as he rubbed off the drool by the edge, and took the finger to his lips and sucked on it.

A sick thrill twisted in me as I watched the weather become heavy with coming rain. Thirty minutes later, the lights in the main hall dimmed. I heard the rhythmic thud of footsteps. I stayed perfectly still, my heart thumping against my ribs. Elias appeared in the doorway, and the sight of him nearly made me lose my composure. He had changed out of his formal attire and was now wearing a thin, white cotton T-shirt that clung to the broad expanse of his chest and stuck to the hard, defined ridges of his abs. His arms were bare, showing the corded muscle and the dusting of dark hair on his forearms.