Call Elia Novels & Stories

Elion interrupted, his voice sharp. “No, that’s not true…” Ella’s voice quivered, tears welling in her eyes. Elion’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “So you’re lying? Didn’t you just try to seduce him with a smile?” Ella’s anger flared. The room fell deathly silent, every heartbeat loud in her ears. She stepped closer to Elion, her eyes flashing with defiance, and smiled—a daring, fiery smile. “Now tell me, were you seduced by my smile just now?” Her tone was playful yet scolding, as if she were chastising a child.

Joana exhaled roughly, and she was pretty sorry. "No problem, Joana. I'll take care of it." "I'm going out, sir." Joana stepped aside, leaving Oriaga with his private space to discuss with Elia. The direction of Oriaga's gaze returned to the iPad screen. He became flat but showed emphasis. "Good morning, Mr. Oriaga Niel. How are you today? You're doing well, right?" Elia asked as she applied mascara to all of her lashes. "Sorry, I was just dressing up, but I wanted to talk to you."

I said, “I will never forgive myself. If I lose myself trying to pull her out, at least… I will know I did everything. You do not get to take that choice from me.” Silence, taut as a drawn bow. Elia looked like she wanted to slap me. Or hug me. She did neither. “Fine,” she bit out. “You suicidal idiot. Rhea, if this works and he passes out, I will need your meathead muscles to carry him. If it does not work… do not step in the puddles. They might be cursed.” Rhea snorted, jaw tight. “Just save her,” she said. Elia placed one hand over Luna’s mark.

“You’re basically inviting it in.” Elena met his gaze. “Yes.” A beat. “Because if it’s looking for something” Her voice dropped. “I want to know what.” The room went still. Because this was no longer a defense. It was confrontation. Elias watched her carefully. Then nodded. “It will respond.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “…Alright.” His fingers moved. A new pathway opened. Not to the system. Not to the nodes. But to Elena’s interface. For a moment nothing happened.

No greeting. No patience. Livia stepped in slowly. Her eyes flicked between them. Her stepmother walked straight to the desk. Heels echoing in the quiet room. She didn’t speak immediately. Just placed the phone down. Right in front of him. The screen is still on. Still showing. Elara. “Look,” she said. Cold. Sharp. Her father’s brows pulled together slightly. He leaned forward. His eyes dropped to the screen. Silence. Livia held her breath.

He had to Consume it. "Kael! Selene!" Elias’s voice echoed through the broken remains of the Alpha-Link. "Get everyone into the Great Hall! Use the Root-Shield! DON'T LOOK BACK!" "Elias, what are you doing?" Selene’s voice was a scream in his head. "I'm closing the contract," Elias whispered.

Damien: "Leaves?" Kael shrugged. Kael: "If I were her, I would think about it. Too many whispers, too much hate. Even the elders doubt her." Damien’s chest tightened. He looked away, but the thought struck him hard. --- Inside her room, Elara tied her small bag. Mira still begged her not to go, but Elara’s mind was set. She lifted the bag and walked out quietly. She had not gone far when she met Aria on the path. Aria smiled sweetly, though inside her heart jumped with hidden joy.

She smiled and jotted it down, and appended a personal refrain to the relay's common board: Clause Fifty-Two (affirmed): The most silent of answers is nonetheless an answer. --- 10:43 PM — Penthouse, Writing Desk Ledger open once more. Elira sat at the desk, reading previous entries in the dimmest of light. Caelan brought her a hot cup and balanced it alongside her hand. "Fifty-two," she whispered. He nodded. "You thinking of quitting soon?" “No,” she said. “I’m thinking about how to listen next.”

she said and we all laughed. ‘Nice,’ I thought to myself. Regen’s going to call me weirdo. “Alex’s first word was mommy,” Thalia said as she looked at me. “Well, it was only you,” I said to her. “Tala’s first word was aim,” Levi said and I laughed loudly at that. Thalia helped Jo with the dishes and Levi didn’t interfere. Jo washed dishes like he did and I smiled as we sat watching the stars. “Just to clear things up, I knew Malachi wasn’t guilty, like ten seconds after I received the request,” I said to Levi.

"Open a channel. Broadcast on every encrypted frequency we have. I want to speak to the Council of Alphas." "The Council hasn't met in fifty years," Kael said. "Not since the Great Treaty." "Then it is time for a reunion," I said. Dorian typed furiously. He rerouted the signal through a bounce server in Paris to hide our location. "You are live," Dorian said. "Audio only." I leaned over the microphone. "This is Luna Elara Blackwood," I said. "Speaking from the North." Static crackled. Then voices began to filter in. Confused. Angry. Scared.