Elijah Mikaelson Novels & Stories

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?

But Eve beat me. "You're Elijah, aren't you? Don't you remember me? I'm Luna Eve. We used to play when you were a child." Elijah looked at Eve, his forehead creased. He seemed to recall memories of when Eve was. But I guessed it failed because Elijah remained silent after a few seconds. It was understandable because he was one year old the last time they interacted. "I'm sad you don't remember me. But you must remember him." Her hand went to Michael's shoulder, making the two face each other. "He's Michael, the Alpha's son. He's your future Alpha."

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.

' I asked the patroller as I hit the whip on the ground, making Alexa shriek, and I saw Aeon jolted from his position, trying to sit. "I, Young Alpha Aeon Mikaelson, reject you, Alexa Castello…" A smile tugged on my mouth as he began his rejection. At the same time, the answer to my question came. 'Alpha Aurelius and Alpha Audrus from the North.'

In his right hand, he hold a small box which isn't fancy enough to look at. "Blood they say is always thicker, you have your dad's eyes", the man's voice was rusty but has a mission. "Ms Kayla". "How do you know my name? Who exactly are you?" My voice was drenched in fear. "Child, we met when you were a child and I was with your father for years. I am Eli, a former head chemist in the corporation that you might have known now. I was the original formulator of the formula before Lucas came in power", He said while walking towards me.

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.

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,

“…and yet, you defied every warning. You attended his party despite knowing what I—what everyone—told you. Tell me, Evelyn, do you take pleasure in throwing yourself into the wolves’ den? Do you enjoy finding yourself in situations where there’s no way out?” Evelyn’s breath caught. She had expected annoyance from him. Maybe even frustration. But this? This intensity? This quiet, simmering rage wrapped in something she couldn’t quite name? It unnerved her. Her lips parted, a retort at the tip of her tongue, but his next words left her speechless. “There’s a reason everyone warns you about Elijah,” Michael continued, his voice low and unwavering. “He is not the harmless, charming host you thin

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

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