Elijah Mikaelson Fanfic Novels & Stories

The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Elora felt them there — their fear, their resistance, their unwillingness — but it did not reach her. All she could see was Micah. Micah as a child, trailing after her through Ancnix with scraped knees and stubborn courage. Micah laughing under moonlight. Micah asleep with his hand fisted in her cloak as if the world could not touch him while she stood watch. Micah alive. Micah taken. The bond between them burned now, hot and frantic, pulling her toward him with a force that eclipsed strategy, eclipsed prophecy, eclipsed the war itself.

I took a deep breath to control my raging temper. Then, I went back to Mikael's bedroom. He was curled up on his side, on the bed. My eyes widened in alarm when I saw that he was shivering so hard. I got into bed and wrapped my arms around him after placing an extra blanket around us. I pressed a kiss to his jaw and rested my head against his hard chest. "Do you think she can help us for real?" I asked and he let out a shaky breath. "I don't know, Athena. I really don't know. She said she has a book which describes the realm of smoke and bones. But, I don't know what to believe" Mikael croaked. I genty patted his back and let out an exhale.

Graham told him. “Don’t mention it. Bella has always been a friend to my pack. I haven’t forgotten her generosity when we first met. Neither have my men, or Diana for that matter. They have been almost obsessed with me finding a mate since they saw how your luna is.” Mikael smiled. “Ellie has that effect on people. Don’t worry, my friend, your time will come,” Graham told him. “You know that I’m cursed, my friend. That is not in my future,” Mikael sighed.

Ithia knocked him with her elbow. “It appears that I am at a disadvantage,” said Elijah, digging his nails into the desk until it hurt. “You both know who I am, but I am afraid I cannot place either of you,” he lied. He wanted to hear it from her, wanted to prolong his ignorance as long as possible. “Forgive me, Alpha Elijah.” The man ducked his head. “You know my daughter, not I.” It hit him like a bolt of lightning. The olive skin, the golden-brown eyes. “Maveln? Maveln Cole?”

Elijah grins at me, his eyes shining with an evil glint. “ See. I am not so bad, pearl. I am doing everything for you because I love you more than that brother of mine. I had to use Miranda in both lives so you could come to me. Last time, she asked you to kill yourself and Cain to get rid of the problems and you did but I am happy you chose the other option this time. We are destined to be together in this life. ” Elijah gets up from the couch and grabs my hands in his cold one’s.

Life seems to be good, but I know it’s all going to come crashing down eventually. I still have a mysterious enemy out there that wants to kill me. He is probably going to come after my son as well. Eli is no longer my biggest priority. It’s sad that there are no descriptions of this enemy. We comb through the books word for word. “Here! I found something.” Silas looks excited and when I read the clause, I can’t help but grin. It explains in detail how a Lycan mate bond works and also explains how I knew it was Eli and what he wanted.

Not saying a word, he slowly ran his fingers through her hair, and Peach closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of alcohol mixed with the cologne clinging to his body. "We got her, Peach... Jewel is going to pay and rot in prison for what she has done." Elijah whispered, and immediately Peach raised her head as she rested her chin on his chest and looked into his eyes. "Really?" Peach cried, smiling through the tears as he nodded slowly as his gaze fell on her. "Yes... Evil never wins over good, sweetheart" “No, it can't... I love you so much, Elijah Maxwell.” Resting his gaze on her lip, Elijah set the glass down and then leaned in to claim her lip, sucking it lightly, and then pulled away as

"There, back to being a goddess." Elisa stared at him for a moment, then pressed her lips on his and kissed him deeply. "I'm ready now," she announced after breaking the kiss. She proceeded to leave the restroom, but Ansel grabbed her hand again. "It's him. Isn't he? Michael is the Mikey from your story. The one who did depraved things to you with the help of Gerald," he said. His voice grated harshly. Elisa looked at him with surprise. "How did you..."

Still, I couldn’t have ever predicted this. "Look, all I'm saying is, you don't have to compete with a witch. At the end of the day, you're his mate and personally, I don't see why you'd be jealous of her anyway. Clearly, she dresses better than you," I scowled at that, but he kept going. "But you're ... alright, in your own right." If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was the smallest bit flustered. Elijah had told me Miqella wasn't good with feelings, the two of them spent a good deal of time together. But to see it myself was different.

“Leave me alone! Elijah! Elijah, tell them to stop! Elijah, they are hurting me! I did not kill Eliza! I swear!” Elijah cried. She was his most terrible weakness, so turned around until he heard Isela stop screaming like a crazy. Then, he got out of the room. The story was ending and never thought it was going to hurt so much. Isela and Stefan had fallen in love. Eliza and Isela ended up being sisters. And Elijah wasn’t going to be able to clean up all the mess in her heart not because he didn’t want but because he was starting to understand the emptiness Stefan was leaving in her heart was going to be impossible to fill.