Elijah Mikaelson Novels & Stories

I demanded, my voice echoing off the stone walls. The figure stepped forward, revealing a face that was weathered with age yet radiated an undeniable strength. "I am Elias," he introduced himself, his eyes piercing yet kind. "And I am here to help you unlock the true potential of your abilities." Maya exchanged a surprised glance with Anne, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "How do you know about us?" she asked cautiously, her voice tinged with suspicion. Elias smiled knowingly. "The Zavari legacy is intertwined with the guardians of this ancient order," he explained cryptically. "Your family's secrets are not as hidden as you might believe."

Elijah pov I felt like I was drowning in a sea of secrets, each one threatening to pull me under. My father, the man I thought I knew, was a stranger. "Tell me more," I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. Amelia's eyes filled with a mix of sadness and regret. "Your father was a key member of the Order, Elijah. He worked tirelessly to maintain balance within the supernatural world." I scoffed, trying to process the enormity of her words. "Balance? You call betraying me balance?"

I'm hardly concentrating on what is going on as I sit beside him. "You're related to Sinful," I whisper lowly as Micah fills another glass. "And you never told me." Asher stiffens, his hand tightening on mine. "I haven't told you a lot." Micah loudly fills the cups with ice. "You better start," I growl through gritted teeth. Asher is like Micah and Sinful. If Micah's information is correct, that means he is been created by the Moon, and is one of those Sins or Virtues. It's hardly something I can comprehend in my mind.

Now Regar reveals something else that makes her flabbergasted. "What?" "The boy is nicknamed Alphu, namely Alpha-Human, which means the result of a relationship between an Alpha and a woman who is not his Luna," Regar explained slowly. "Helena and an Alpha?" "The brother of Eden, the Alpha Eden. He is the Alpha who has been in relationship with Helena," Regar said calmly, and it made Megan step back spontaneously. Megan's body shakes, not expecting that her relationship with Eden, is also related to the mystery of Helena's death ten years ago and Elden, Eden's own brother.

Isaac explains. “And if we catch him, we not only get Mel back, we can also find out what he knows about Eve and what she is planning?” “Now that's an advantage Stefan,” Lilith grinned. “Who the hell is Mel?” Isaac inquired. “Say we do catch him, how are we going to make him talk? Guys this is Azrael we are talking about, the former angel of death,” Damon mumbled. Flicking out her claws, she slowly raised her head, revealing her fangs, her eyes were blazing with Hell's fire,

“Dinner didn’t end well with Klaus. We argued about a lot of things especially his pride to apologize and then I bumped into Elijah and we…” “Who is Elijah?” Lea asked as I froze remembering I hadn’t informed her anything about Elijah. “Elijah is the Adam of this timeline and when he saw the mark on my body, he was convinced I was Eliza.” I said as Lea took a step. “Charlie we talked about not telling Adam or Elijah that you are Eliza without your memories.” Lea stated as I nodded.

Elias said slowly, setting his phone down like it might bite him, "was found last night near the outskirts of his former territory. Alive. Glowing faintly silver, according to the two guards who found him, and speaking in a language nobody present could identify." "Malachi," I said, the name settling bitter and certain on my tongue. "He's the one wearing Kael now. He has to be." "That's a significant leap," my father said carefully, though the tightness around his eyes suggested he didn't disagree. "It's not a leap." I pushed back from the table, pacing, the hollow ache where my own power used to live burning with fresh, horrified clarity. "Kael's bloodline was already entangled in something

Tharion stepped forward, staring at it with clenched jaw. “This isn’t over,” he said in a grave voice, gazing toward the horizon. “This… is only just beginning.” And I knew it. I felt it in the flame. I felt it in my bones. In the creature’s final flickers of life, just before it faded away completely, an image formed. A face in the shadows. Feminine. Pale. Unmistakable. Eloise. Mikail’s mother. She had returned.

Elena screamed, her voice tearing her throat as she threw herself toward the edge of the pit. On the other side of the melting obsidian wall, the barrier finally shattered. Klaus Mikaelson stepped through the smoke, his massive Lycanframe completely transformed into the Weaver's supreme engine of extinction. His black-rimmed eyes were fixed entirely on her face, and he didn't hesitate. He lunged across the collapsing chamber, his massive iron claws outstretched to catch her throat just as the ceiling above them dropped a secondary avalanche of dark stone that sealed the entire shaft in absolute, suffocating darkness.

Dead children cannot touch the living. And my mother could not hear me either. “Go check on Evelyn,” Dad said casually as he changed his shoes. “She hasn’t eaten all day. Don’t let her go hungry.” Elijah nodded. “I brought her a roast beef sandwich. It’s her favorite.” Elijah was the future Alpha heir of the pack. He was a year older than me, and we were already promised to each other. When we were grown, I was supposed to become his Luna. “If she hasn’t admitted what she did, then she doesn’t get to eat,” Mom said sharply. “I’m not going to encourage this habit of lying every time she wants attention.”