Elijah Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

she muttered. "Stupid," he retorted, releasing his arm. "What are you going to say? 'Hello Mr. Josh, I'm Melia, a being from hell, and I'm with your son'?" Her sarcasm earned her a withering look from the brunette. "I'm not lacking in desire," she declared, holding the phone to her ear. After two rings, she answered, "Hello, Mr. Orleans! I'm Dahioh, a friend of your son Elijah." Elijah wondered why she chose that name. He tried to grab the phone, but Melia pulled her hand back before he could touch it, surprising him.

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?"

Chapter 2 Elijah’s pov My name is Elijah Ronaldo, and I’m the only child of my family ... . Yes, I'm ruthless, fearless, and possessive when it comes to what I want and merciless to anyone who desires to mess with me or betray me. I kill people like livestock animals, and I don't spare… The news about me spreads across the city like wildfire. The stupid cops are looking for me, but their dead bodies will be found instead! I don’t care about anybody's status whatsoever, but I cared about one person—Liam Sabasto.

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."

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?”

Treated as an outsider by her mother new husband, he was always alone and lonely. Eve constantly reminds him of what he should've been but will never be. He was Mikael Lorentzen. Son of general Leon Lorentzen, Dzhimara famous knight who fought beside Eve's grandfather in the Great War. Though he had survive the war, he received enough scars and trauma causing him to be removed from Dzhimara military and live the remainder of his life as a broken m, no emotion whatsoever, just waiting for death to take him from his family. He got what he wanted at the end.