Meliodas X Elizabeth Novels & Stories

Then, he told the head of the Virtus clan that Elizabeth had decided to marry the king for his wealth and power and severed all ties with the Virtuses. “You were right—Milo isn’t the first.” I was bewildered. “Elizabeth had a daughter with a Virtus. She raised her alone.” Silence ensued between us until it became too much for me. “Does that mean I’ve got a bit of the Virtus blood in me?” I joked. This time, Ralph chuckled along. But I sensed an underlying bitterness. “I can’t imagine you raising Milo alone. I can’t imagine not knowing about Milo.” I leaned up to kiss his lips and stroked his stubbled jaw. “We almost ended up like Elizabeth and her fiancé.”

Elizabeth said with disappointment. The incidences had become regular and more frequent. Lately, she had found herself completely unable to block out Zai from her mind who now terrorized her, day in and day out. She was now using alternative tactics to gain control of the young witch’s mind. “Elizabeth you got to find a way out of it,” Meredith said. “Or judging by how the things are going right now, I might have to learn to live with it,” Elizabeth said with conviction, a sad smile playing on her face.

I breathed. Elizabeth smiled. "His name was Miguel. Miguel was a vampire. A devilishly handsome vampire, he was everything the human me wouldn't think twice before running away if I even crossed his path in the daylight. He was everything I wasn't, a rebel, an outlaw, you name it. He represented everything I had read in the thick books in the darkest corners of the library. And he was my mate. Our love was catastrophic, Miguel's parents loathed me, I was the little human who was an orphan. I had no one and I was a nobody. But I had Miguel and he made sure to remind me of that fact whenever my thoughts drifted." With the way her eyes shone with happiness and love, I knew Elizabeth really love

If he could have Elizabeth, he didn’t care what he needed to do to possess her. “Milady, I think I am ready,” Marlene’s voice appeared to the room and at once, Elizabeth left Jeremiah’s side, walking toward the dressing room. As Elizabeth marveled of the beautiful sight of her gorgeous friend, Jeremiah stepped backward, making his way outside of the tailor shop. Upon seeing the people who had greeted Elizabeth earlier, he slowly approached them with a wide smile.

Please, the only way to stop everyone from becoming monsters is to find evidence against Professor Joseph and force him to cure everyone. My last warning concerning the witches is that the Monarch isn’t the biggest problem in the picture. It's another person—a female named Ev.” “Hmmm, she wasn't able to finish the name,” Melody said softly, staring at the paper. He turned to Elizabeth to check if she was still alive, but she had already died. He let out a sigh, folded the paper, and put it in his jacket's pocket. “Rest in peace, your Majesty. I'm sorry I had to take your life,” Melody said softly, then bowed slightly to Elizabeth.

The air around them hummed faintly, bending away from his body, leaving her feeling exposed yet drawn closer. Malachor stood unmoving. He was naked, his form unyielding, no shadows to soften the sharp angles of his shoulders or the taut muscles of his abdomen. Elizabeth's breath caught as her gaze followed the path her hand took downward, lingering on the dark trail of hair that led to his groin. Desire coiled in her belly, making her tremble—not from the fever ravaging her body, but from the pull of him, this ancient being who had offered her life in a form she could never have imagined.

For a long moment, the only sound was the distant crashing of the Mediterranean waves against the fortress walls below. "He is using every underworld contact, bribing syndicate lieutenants, and threatening rival CEOs just to get a communication channel with Genesis," Dante continued, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage. "His 'White Moonlight' is dying, Elara. The alternative marrow failed. She has a month, at best. He is tearing the world apart looking for the mythical doctor to save the woman he threw you away for."

“Hurting me? Why would she hurt me? She’s my friend.” Natasha rose from the sofa with an almost regal grace, brushing a kernel of popcorn from her clothes. Her gaze slid to me, assessing. “So you’re Lucien,” she said, her voice smooth. “Lizzy’s told me a lot about you these past few hours ,but she left out one tiny detail.” She turned her eyes back to Elizabeth, narrowing them just slightly. “That you’re a wolf.” Elizabeth’s POV For a second, I thought I had misheard. My brain scrambled to catch up, the words crashing into each other.

His voice was filled with rage “She is my mate.” “No one else can see this thing you’re talking about,” Philip growled. “You’re asking us to believe in something no one can see or hear. Do you know how insane that sounds? I'm trying to save you, Arthur. Why can't you see that?” Arthur’s shoulders rolled back. I felt his rage starting to bubble up again. I stepped forward, ready to calm him, but a voice cut through the tension before I could speak. “Her name is Elizabeth Campbell.” Cecilia. She stood off to the side, chin lifted, eyes locked on Philip like she wasn’t the least bit scared of him.

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”