Elijah Mikaelson นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?”

If they try, I will challenge my father to a blood duel right in the Council Judgment Hall. "Hey! High Alpha Lestat actually showed up to a hunt party!" Elijah Blackwell booms, his massive arm slapping across my back. Elijah is almost as tall as I am, built like a giant silverback bear from training with the elite guards of the First Alpha Bloodline. A bad silver-blade injury to his shoulder ended his days as a frontline warrior, so he joined the Alpha Council Alliance instead. He has a tuft of messy yellow hair, a thick golden tan, and a big goofy grin that makes him look like a dumb pup, but he is one of the sharpest minds in the Moonfang Dominion. He is already half-blind from drinking fe

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.

'Kael, my brave boy—stay back! Elian, suspended in the vision's ethereal grip, felt a jolt like lightning through his soul. Kael. The name anchored him, threads of recognition weaving through the horror. This trembling child, with his tousled raven hair and stormy gaze, was him—the alpha chained in the hideout, the man whose touch ignited Elian's world. The pieces shattered into place: the blindfold, the bloodlust, the chains. All born from this moment, this pact forged in desperation.

“Besides, I need to find my mate.” “Find her?” Peggy asked. Mikael nodded. “Yeah, she’s not at the pack, I’d have felt her already. So she’s out there, somewhere.” “And you’re here because?” she asked Eli. “I’m a cleric, and I’ve taken a vow of celibacy. So the whole mate thing isn’t happening for me, and again, these two idiots need to not die,” they explained. Peggy nods. “Sounds like figuring out why this star is moving is pretty important,” Mikael said.

I flinched. Xavier’s jaw locked. “That’s the northern perimeter. They feel it too.” Before he could shift form or reach the door, the air behind us stirred, footsteps echoing down the hallway. Elias appeared first, coat unbuttoned, expression grim, his usually composed features hard with alarm. “Alpha.” Rosalyn followed close behind, hair slightly disheveled, eyes sharp with fear she was badly trying to suppress. Maxine stumbled between them, pale, unconscious, half-carried.

“All pieces of the same game.” “Then why now?” she demanded. “Why wake the heir now?” Damian looked at her with grim clarity. “Because I’m vulnerable.” TARGET ACQUIRED Across the city, a man stood in the shadows of an underground medical facility. He stared at his reflection in the glass—dark hair, sharp eyes, a scar along his jaw he didn’t remember earning. “Your name,” the woman behind him said gently, “is Elijah.” He turned slowly. “That’s not my name,” he said.

"I made plans, long before I knew you would come along. Everything has been set in place and pace, and I can't stop. I owe this to Dani." Breathing becomes painful. "Eliana isn't her father. She didn't have a hand in it." I pause before adding quietly, "And she is ill." "Oh, but she does. Why do you think Elijah is hell-bent on finding the right formula from his experiments? He means to turn her, seeing as there are perks to being a supernatural." It takes a moment for all of that to sink in and I have questions. "Her father trying to save her doesn't make it her fault."

I stroked her head and said patiently, "Honey, studying here is not suitable for you. You are so much smarter than the kids here." She beamed and reluctantly got out of the car. But the second she saw Araceli, she opened the door and raced over to her. "Araceli! Valeria!" She shouted, waving at them happily. I frowned slightly, wondering why she liked them so much. I pulled out my phone and dialed Micah. "Daddy, what's wrong?" The call was quickly answered, and Micah's calm voice came through the receiver. Many people in the Royal Pack said that Micah was as calm and collected as I was, and he was born to become Lycan King.

He prepared everything; he even instructed Dillon and Lilac to take care of everything. A victory party will happen, but it’s a proposal behind the scenes—the grand proposal of the ruthless alpha king. Drake sat on the couch playing with his son, Zeus Calvin. His son inherited his eyes; even the mold of his facial features resembled him. His son was totally like him when he was still a kid. Zeus gets his mother’s lips; soft, red rose lips, and even her mother’s hair color. “Hey, where’s everyone?” Emily asks Drake who was playing with her son, Zeus.