Woah Elijah Brother Novels & Stories

Eloise Elijah screamed and created a dark shield that deflected the power. That made me gasp, and I held my brother even tighter. “Don’t you dare attack my wife, you damn bastard,” my mate snapped angrily as shadows poured out of his body. That struck me deep, as if something in my soul was finally resetting and remembering the core of it all. I took a deep breath and kissed my brother’s forehead, clinging to the fact that he wasn’t dead.

So keeping her safe was his way of telling her how sorry he was for breaking her heart and treating her like shit. "Eli!" His mom waved her free hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his broody thoughts. Her other hand still firmly clutched the enamel mug filled to the brim with wine. "Did you hear what I said?" He shook his head. "Your brother called today," she announced. Elijah nodded but didn't say anything. He never knew what to say in response to these weekly updates about his brother's life in Leeuwkop Prison. "He's coming home soon," she continued, almost sending Elijah into cardiac arrest.

Elijah places his big hand on the small of my back then nod the the guards. The door opens and we walk in, everyone stops what they are doing and I freeze from all the stares. Elijah nodges me forward with him and we walk. Everyone parts way for us like the red sea, bowing down for their king in the process. You could tell that they were hesitant to bow because I am with him. Why would Alphas of grate packs bow to me, a nobody?

"Oh honey. That was cruel and trust me I would feel the same way if I were in your shoes, but then, you really need to listen to his own side of the story" "I don't believe his own side of the story. How could Ella drug him? He was just supposed to go there and have a brief talk with her. How did Ella succeed in drugging him?" I ask as tears start streaming down my eyes. "Elijah has a wine bar in his bedroom and in it, he has his favorite whiskey called Brother's Bourbon packed in it. He takes a glass or two of that whiskey every night he comes back from work. He has been with Ella for many months now and it's only normal that she knows this routine. She took advantage of that habit of his a

Even Alexander himself will not dare to say no to Damien. Just like Damien ordered, the butler and the servant pushed Jake down until he is sitting near Damien's feet. Damien kicked Jake on his face, which made Jake fall back on the floor, flat on his back. He groaned with pain. "Brother, why are you hurting me like this?" Jake tried to use their relationship as a shield to protect himself. Damien laughed humourlessly when he heard Jake's words. "Brother? Who said you are my brother? I am a Bishop and you are a stray whom my father picked up with pity. Don't you ever call yourself my brother again" Damien sneered.

Just as the chanting began to quiet down, a tall figure casually stepped out from the front row of the crowd, striding directly into the open circle. Elijah folded his arms over his chest, a dark, mocking smirk playing on his lips as his sharp eyes locked onto his brother. "Hello, brother," he greeted loudly, his voice effortlessly cutting through the lingering cheers. "I have missed you dearly. It truly seems like you are deeply loved at home." Michael’s smile instantly vanished, his features hardening into a look of absolute, murderous fury. Without uttering a single word, Michael lunged off his motorcycle, rushed straight at Elijah, and landed a brutal, heavy punch directly across his bro

Only Eli had made a complete fool of himself. As he stood awkwardly at the entrance, trying not to visibly panic. Prior Dominic raised a hand and beckoned him forward. “Come, Brother Elijah.” Eli shuffled forward like he was on trial. The eyes still stayed on him. He felt his skin itch under the robe. “This,” Prior Dominic said, addressing the room, “is Brother Elijah. He joins us as a Postulant.”

And why did he think hurting me would destroy him? ‎ ‎ ‎“Wh-… Who is your brother?” I asked, my voice trembling so hard it barely came out. “Elijah,” he said, the name slicing through the air like a blade. “I’m going to make sure he regrets everything he ever did to me. He won’t have his family in one piece until I’m sure he’s paid for it.” “No… no,” I whispered, shaking my head violently. “We… we weren’t part of his life. We’re not together anymore, please...”

It burns on the way down, but it's better than the tension sitting in my chest. Pulling out one of my burners, I start typing. Me: Still don't have the target, but I did get a few leads. I'll put some brothers on them tonight. Me: How's my sister? A minute later, Niko replies. Niko: Not good right now. She's been crying a lot. Refusing to eat. Niko: But we've got a game plan to fix it. Good. They better. There's four of them now—if you count War. And I do. Because whether I trust the Serpents or not, he's useful.

“After Eli was retired, he struggled to find jobs and managed to get a boxing coach license. Then he worked for two years, before he disappeared again, and has been presumed dead ever since.” “Except he isn't,” I said, staring at the man. “Who are his relatives?” Isaiah grinned. “Eli is survived by no one, unfortunately. He has no blood relatives, but at his passing out parade,” Isiah clicked a few buttons on his screen. “There are two people that were present, his girlfriend, Lois Braun and her younger Brother,” he smiled, turning the laptop to face us again. “The dwarf,” Achilles muttered. “So Eli has living relatives.”