Elijah Mikaelson Gifs Novels & Stories

Elijah gives me a final smile, nodding to Callie, and walks out the door, leaving me standing there like an idiot. I blink, holding the smoothies in my hands, and turn to Callie, who’s staring at me like I’ve just sprouted wings. “Who the fuck was that smoke show?” she asks, her eyes wide with disbelief. I hand her the smoothie, shaking my head. “That was Elijah Drake. He’s... an old friend.” Callie nearly chokes on her acai smoothie. “Old friend? Girl, he looks like he’s stepped out of a fucking magazine.”

Mike didn't know if his words were helping or if they were triggering Caisen's desire to come out even more, but he couldn't help it. A few moments later, Mike saw Crown Prince Elija. He bowed, and Crown Prince Elija looked at the door in front of them when they heard crashing and banging sounds from inside. "Crown Prince, let's go to the other place. Caisen is too sensitive to Alpha's pheromone right now." Crown Prince Elija immediately nodded, and then he and Mike left. When they arrived, not far but not close, to Caisen's room, they started talking.

“Emails. Transfers. Names. If you’re going to burn this house down, do it fast. Do it loud.” Elijah stared at the USB in her palm. It looked so small, so harmless. But he could feel the weight of it like a stone pressing on his chest. He took it. Slowly. Then his eyes lifted first to Cassia, then to Micah, then finally to Gabe. Micah’s voice broke the silence, his words quiet, reverent. “I never stopped loving you.” And almost at the same moment, Gabe whispered under his breath, almost too low to catch:

Celeste followed, muttering something about making sure I didn’t go to Elijah’s room, when the boy in question rounded the corner and almost walked into us. His eyes wide, he asked. “What’s going on out there? Is everyone all right?” “The food is chasing the partygoers,” I snorted. “And Valerie’s probably planning my murder.” I didn’t hear what he said next. I fell into his arms, wrapping my own around him and sighing blissfully. Finally. “Are you sure?” Celeste asked reluctantly. Elijah held up a small vial of some kind of brown liquid with one hand, the other resting nicely on my back. “Yeah, I found this. It works. Already took my half. Now to get her to drink it.”

Leaving behind what I felt had a bit of animosity hidden behind it. "Thank you, Elijah." He smiled, the kind of smile that lit up someone's face and adorned all their features. It was undeniable that Elijah was beautiful, a kind of beauty that is rare. It seemed like being good looking was a common trait for all these agents. They were all handsome or beautiful. Cult of the supermodels. Isaiah, Veronica, Jordon, Elijah, and obviously Zee. But Elijah when he smiled he looked otherworldly. I found myself being so drawn to it, that I lightly touched the corner of his lips. The very action, surprised me and him because he slightly jumped back.

all i cause i trouble and pains to others. Why am i even alive? I choked. End of POV "Are you alright?" A man's voice made Petris take a 360 degree turn. There stood a man beautiful as hell. The most perfect thing about him was his chocolaty complexion but Petris being her usual self didn't give a fuck about his looks. "Hi! i am Eli Johnson. Son of Taylor Johnson and you are?" (Eli Goree actor as Eli Johnson) He is the prince of trolls no wonder he has a powerful yet cold aura.

"That's a brachiosaurus. That's Patterson. That's Gerald." Damien leaned in. The drawings were beautiful in their simplicity. But then Eli picked up a dark brown crayon, shifted his weight, and began constructing a fourth silhouette on the edge of the page. It was tall, blocky, and isolated from the others. Damien watched the wax hit the paper. "Who's that?" Eli looked up, giving his father that immensely patient expression. "That's you. You're my favorite, too." The kitchen fell completely, weightlessly silent.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

Before walking away he turned and said to Elijah "Sorry, we'll have to continue our conversation later." "Investigation?" Elijah asked, looking around at the massive library he was in. Lucifer started walking back to the entrance and motioned for Elijah to follow. They stopped in front of a large counter where a woman with black horns on the side of her head and red skin looked up at them. "I need the humans' guide, Mili." Mili, also known as Miliketh, was six feet tall. She was wearing a brown cloak with white hair that went down to her neck. She had red irises and started tapping her left claws index against the wood of the counter.

He was really handsome, if Elena hadn't seen his evil side, she might have had a different view of this man. - Have you looked at me enough? Elena was startled by a sudden cold voice. She woke up from a dream. Mikey is still hard at work typing on the computer keyboard, his head hasn't even lifted… how does he know she's looking at him, does he have magic eyes on the top of his head? Elena grimaced in embarrassment and said defiantly: - I'm waiting for you to finish work, but when do I look at you? Mikey nonchalantly replied: