Ellis L4d2 Novels & Stories

“Stay close.” Lirian’s hand found Vaelor’s wrist, squeezing once. “Okay.” ✦ ✦ ✦ Two levels above, in the research wing, Elias was in survival mode. The wing had become a battlefield. Consoles sparked and smoked. Data crystals lay shattered across the floor like broken glass. Elias crouched behind an overturned table, Vorathian energy weapon clutched in both hands. He had no idea how to operate it. The grip was wrong, the weight unfamiliar, the trigger mechanism slick with someone else’s blood.

I pushed through the heavy iron doors, my human senses instantly overwhelmed by the sheer sensory density of the room. "Over here, gorgeous!" Ellis Ford waved a manicured hand from a plush leather booth near the back of the VIP lounge. He was wearing a dark silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest, his sharp wolf features softened by a wide, brilliant grin. Beside him sat Landon Pierce, leaning back with a glass of dark blood-wine resting on his thigh, his green eyes scanning the crowd with lazy, deadly alertness. "Look at you," Ellis cheered as I slid into the booth opposite them. "Surviving your first forty-eight hours outside the Ashford leash! I was worried Malcolm's guards would track you dow

I splayed my arm out to feel for Ellis and I came in contact with his bare flesh. "Ellis, wake up, there's a reaper here," I growled softly and I heard him go, huh? I waved my hand allowing my magic to pinpoint the reaper's position and sense it in the hall, nowhere near our door. I felt another ripple across my skin, then another. "They are teaming up," I growled angrily and Ellis snapped his fingers dressing in black skinny jeans and black Hoodie. He looked sexy, so I dressed myself the same. He smiled happily at me.

Lyla stood alone beneath the cold glow of the moon later that night. Eli’s voice was quiet behind her. "You okay?" Lyla’s breath sharpened. "No," Lyla said. Eli’s silver eyes darkened. "But you’re not stopping." "No," Lyla said. Eli’s breath sharpened. "Good," Eli said quietly. Lyla’s silver gaze burned. "I’m done playing defense," Lyla said quietly. Eli’s mouth curled faintly. "Then let’s go to war."

They took note of what you didn’t say. The place looked like an abandoned weapons depot from the outside. But once you passed the first security sweep—an auric scanner followed by a retinal ID—you were in the belly of something much colder. Concrete corridors. Steel floors. Rooms with reinforced doors that hummed with containment spells and electrolocked systems. ELS was old blood repurposed. Once a rogue-handling syndicate based out of Eastern Europe, they’d fractured, migrated, and gone underground. And now, under Magnus Creed, they’d evolved into something worse. Something precise.

I offered and I noticed Ellis relaxed back on his palms as he burst out laughing. "How about we play?" he smirked, his eyes taking in all of the toys on the wall at his disposal. My stomach twisted and I felt maybe now that Ellis was in his comfort zone, maybe he was getting a little TOO comfortable. Ellis suddenly stood up from the bed and closed the distance between us, the sound of his dress shoes echoing against the walls. Once the tips of his shoes entered my sightlines, he spoke. "Up." I flashed a glance up at him with widened eyes. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket. I held my arms out thinking that's what he wanted.

Now, looking outside the window of my office, I had seen yet another lady, but this one just had too much food in her mouth she had to be escorted off my property. “Mr. Lane?” “What is it, Ellie?” “The SAN’s company are yet to respond, and we don’t have any more time to waste. I came for your approval to go ahead with L enterprise.” Ellie said, looking down after her statement. I wouldn’t say I was scary, but I wasn’t friendly. I couldn’t stand some betrayal after or whatsoever. It’s best to keep your enemies close. “Alright, contact Mr. SAN and tell him the deal is off. Then make a new deal with L enterprise. Give them twenty-four hours, if not; the deal is off. The same thing for every oth

I started drinking more and began to look forward to when we got on the bikes and headed somewhere we could start a fight. Things slowed down in between the charity runs and I realized with dismay that Jordan Reed wasn’t as involved in club business as I had originally thought. Sean went away with Jacob Webb a lot on road trips, he was the Sergeant at Arms and in charge of weapons and such. I had to get to Sean although secretly I was glad that Jordan wasn’t the guilty party because I really liked him. “Hello,” Levi answered his phone as I stood in my bedroom at the rented house. I had cloned Jordan’s phone and even though I already knew he wasn’t evil I hadn’t been sure about the drugs beca

When Lola woke the second time, she was lying in a small, dark room. No machines. No lights. Just a faint hum in the walls. A single red LED blinked at the far end of the room. Her throat was dry when she whispered, “Eli…?” No answer. The LED blinked again, slower this time. She crawled toward it and saw three words flicker onto the wall in faint light. LEVEL TWO INITIATED. Her heart stopped. He wasn’t gone. He’d upgraded.

Soon voices can be heard close by and Chilli's voice in my head, 'Erin!' I turn to look at her, 'Elias will keep your mate safe! Now please, help me?' She asks, holding out a hand for me to take it. I jump forward and take it, wrapping her arm over my shoulder, so I'm helping to support her weight. We hurry along as quickly as we can, and I hear Leroy mumble something to Elias, "Dude, I'm naked." "Yeah, I know, man," Elias says back plainly, although I can tell he is trying not to laugh, and I can't help but chuckle in my head, just as Chilli's voice fills my mind,