Elijah Mikaelson Personality Novels & Stories

However, their personalities are opposites. Michael was the most patient person he'd ever met—just like Josephine. Michael inherited all of Josephine's traits. He is friendly, easy to get along with, and always kind to anyone. In contrast, Mikael is the exact opposite. He is not friendly, and would rather kill people who trouble him than be nice to them. Facing Claire as Michael was the most difficult thing considering that he had to suppress himself—enduring his ego and anger all the time. However, he reminded himself that now he was playing as Michael—not Mikael.

Now, here I was, back pressed against a very expensive-looking door, staring at a man who casually tossed his sweater onto an armchair, only to reveal a black T-shirt that clung to his torso like it was scared of heights. How did I get here? Oh yeah. Whiskey. Betrayal. The undeniable urge to spite my ex and his community-sharing… assets. “You don’t have to do this, Maeve.” Elian’s voice was soft, but that goddamn smirk told me he was hoping I’d do exactly this. My responsible brain screamed at me to leave. To be sensible. To not let a man with the bone structure of a Marvel villain and a voice like melted chocolate ruin what little dignity I had left.

But they needed to suffer a life of despair before their miserable existence ended. “What about Michael?” “Michael is different. He is more reserved and a silent killer. He is Asher and Nikolai combined. When he speaks, he is charming, and when he doesn’t, he looks cold and calculated. He’s not what I expected.” “Why?” Jesse asked curiously. “Because he is also like Beckett. He derives pleasure from being told how rich and successful he is. He doesn’t wear it on his sleeve like Beckett, but you can tell how much his eyes light up when someone compliments him or recognizes him as a media empire guru.”

Elijah “Eli” Summers is a 21 year old man, he is a student in his sophomore year at NYU, he and his childhood bestfriend Nathan are inseparable,like brothers. They met when Eli moved in next door during 6th grade Nathan was always the popular cool kid,Sports,chicks and party’s to escape his wealthy family home life, while Elijah was always more lowkey, chill and funny, he only had his mom growing up. Nathan sat on the couch in their shared dorm room playing the video game, call of duty, he is tall 6’0 tan skin,dark thick shaggy hair, Italian features with an athletic build, while Eli sat next to him leaning forward his controller clicking rapidly as he beat him he slams the controller down “

He knew he was being plotted against by the two, and his once number-one supporter had become his number-one enemy. "I won't let you be happy. You need to suffer too!" Elijah threw the chair against the bookshelf in his office, splitting it in two and sending books crashing to the floor. Elijah's office was in disarray, and not a single person dared to approach him in this situation, not even his mother, Esmeralda, who only now saw her favorite child behaving like this. They knew Elijah as a calm, kind, and cheerful Alpha, the opposite of the demeanor and image they had for Damian. But now, they didn't know who their Alpha truly was after seeing Elara's wounds and witnessing Elijah's current

She loved him even before knowing what he really is. "I can't, Ella. I can't help you," Mikael quietly said. Ella knelt while sobbing her heart out. "You are the worst, Michael! You don't have a heart. You and Blaze are the same kind, but you chose to be with the hunters," Ella spat. She discovered earlier that Mikael is also a werewolf. It baffles her why Mikael chose the hunters instead of living together with the wolves, but Ella couldn't care less. "I hate you, I really do," she added. Mikael looked at her with sadness visible in his eyes.

Mei twisted her lips and gave me a disapproving look, " You know that's a lie. Elijah has done nothing but take care of you these past few weeks. If he was selfish, he wouldn't have done anything for you. He took care of Becca, he brought her to stay with me when he knew he couldn't continue to keep her from seeing you. Do you know that he called every morning when Becca woke up to say good morning and when she was in bed to say good night? That doesn't sound like a man who is selfish to me." I turned away, refusing to let her words affect my judgment, she didn't know Elijah as I did. She saw the flashy and nice exterior that he flashed at everyone but I knew the real him, I knew that undern

his eyes begin to glisten as the drop, “-everything just changed.” “He doesn’t sound like a good guy,” I murmur against his chest, tightening my arm around his waist. “He wasn’t. At some point, it was kind of like he snapped? Like a switch was flipped and he just went crazy. He was suddenly hell-bent on wiping out other species apart from our own. He claimed they were impure, abominations. I couldn’t stand his mentality,” he growls under his breath, “-he turned into a brute, slaughtered anyone in his path that opposed him. He had no regard for life at all,” Elijah gulps loudly.

However, it was her life, she could do whatever she liked. Falcon. A name with light memory. I missed him so much, he was my everything, my friend, my protector, and my life. And how much I wished to talk to him. "So, now that I think of Zahara, she was eviler back then. She's a witch and she knows how to use her powers at the right time and wrong place." Elijah said and I looked up at him expectantly. "Yeah, I heard she's a witch but didn't Lucifer hate witches after what Melissa did to him?" I asked. I didn't know but I hated them too except for my mother.

"It's ok. I do look like my mom, though I'm the cheap knockoff. She was absolutely gorgeous. Also, you don't have to walk around on eggshells for me. I actually like talking about her." I smiled selodomly, looking down at my feet tryna fight back tears. "Well, I'm Elias. It's really nice to meet you. You can call me Eli, if you like." I looked up and nodded at him with a small smile. He seemed leaner than the others, but still just as muscular. He had full brown hair and blue eyes, which to me was a beautiful combination. His aura felt sturdy yet gentle. His eyes didn't give away any of what he thought, but I felt studied by them. He'd make a great teacher of sorts. His scent was a woody mus