King Elijah Novels & Stories

I looked at her and asked, “How did you know about that? Who gave you that information?” “You’re brother Isaiah, he wants to help you because he feels sorry for what happened that is why he told me the things that might help me diagnose about what is happening to you” I took a deep breath hearing her answer and shook my head while waiting for her to leave because I am not interested in what she is saying. Those pieces of information are not enough. She can’t trick me. Isaiah or Samael is dead. I defeated him and I know it. I saw it with my two eyes and he is not my brother. I don’t have a brother.

He wanted to find and see Alessia, but he knew that it would be difficult to find a creature that did not want to be found. Even though he wants to see Alessia, he cannot abandon his people. Even though he is now in the middle of pain and bereavement, he cannot ignore his subordinates who need his attention. Elijah now has the three relics in hand and is about to start summoning the sacred weapon. That can't be prolonged because he will train himself to use it especially and he knows its power is strong. Elijah is currently on the throne. With him were Stefano and a few sentinels. Elijah gathered the relics in a stone circle. A few seconds later, a light came out like threads that gradually

“Sorry about that, Alex, Blaise said that Jericho would need your power one day, that’s why he took some of it.” It took Kiran the better part of two hours to bring me up to speed with how evolved Kai and Jericho’s wolves were and what Kai had gone through as king of Scotland and how he’d achieved it. Nothing could have prepared me for it though. It felt made up, but I knew it wasn’t. We spoke until late into the night and that’s when Kiran announced that he better go beg for forgiveness before he had to sleep on the couch again. We finally went upstairs to sleep and I called Levi as I heard Kiran and Adara talk loudly in their bedroom.

He hurriedly raised his hands to gesture. Amelia placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her eyes deep, but her voice calm. "Elijah, don't panic. Take your time and tell me what happened." Elijah had been picked up by the old lady when he was a child. He was born mute and could only communicate through sign language. Now, however, his throat could produce sounds. He was small, around eleven years old, with clean features. He raised his arm to gesture to Amelia, his eyes sharp with a fierce determination.

, he said nothing, and I knew I had hit a nerve, Elijah's greatest weakness was the fear of being trapped and stuck, he had to deal with a very strict father since his tender years, and due to that he always felt the need to be rebellious, and if he couldn’t he acted out in the worst ways, and being stuck in the howlers pack was not his ideal life, and the only way one could get out of the circle legally was by death, and since he wanted none of that, he was going to rethink the doubts, “Come on man, this is just another pussy with a pretty face, get off your high horses and do what you must”, I persuaded him the more,

If I do, I'm not better than her, and I'm no better than the rebels who have now been killed. Isaiah stays silently, focusing on his wounds. He seems eerily calm, suggesting this isn't the first time he has killed someone. I can't help but watch him, as Elise hops down from where she was sitting on the bench, the morning sunlight washed over his wounded body. I want to talk to him alone, to understand what he is thinking, but I doubt I'll be able to with Elise here. A knock on the door diverts all our attention, one of Isaiah's staff leaning in to speak to us. “Sir, your father is here.”

If it's true, then it's hell's crazy. I know his voice well. But it's very different from the look I'm used to from him. The scar on his cheek up to his neck is the scar I saw on him before. It doesn't make sense, why did he— "I am the King of Valeria and we are here for a purpose," Elijah said that he was the reason for interrupting my thoughts. The Cerberus' golden and judging eyes went towards Elijah's. We were all silent and had no intention of speaking.

The guilt was too much to bear. He had to burn it some way…and there was the only place he knew could help him get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth. **** Elijah stepped into the cared ring, the crowed erupting in loud cheers at his presence. Here, he wasn't the billionaire who took down other rival company for his gains. He wasn't the husband who drove his wife almost to death with his hurtful words. He was the undefeated king of the underground. “Didn't think you do show up her tonight?” A man spoke out from the crowd, his hands coming down to slap Elijah's shoulders.

Elijah would seize on any excuse to punish them. Guilt washed over me in waves. I hadn’t protected them long enough. “No one is to approach her. No food, no water. She tried to kill the heir of the Golden Claws—this will be her punishment!” Elijah’s final order cracked like a whip. I stared at him in disbelief, for the first time realizing just how cruel he truly was. I tried to run, but it was already too late. Elijah had bonded not only with Beta Hendricks, but with his Gamma, Mason, and several warriors as well.

Then, finally, I heard a soft click; the door unlocked. I pushed it open to find Elijah sitting on the edge of a small bed, his face tilted toward the dim sunlight filtering through the tiny window. Even in his exhaustion, his aura of leadership was undeniable. "My king?" I called out. Elijah turned to me, his eyes narrowed in confusion. I stepped closer, but he immediately rose to his feet. "Who are you?" His voice was harsh, hoarse. "We don't have time! You need to get out of here now! Please, hurry!"