Novel & Cerita Elijah Mikaelson Personality

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.

Elijah's expression turned stern, his voice carrying a hint of sorrow, "Mind your words. You have no understanding of the significance this holds for me. When Sophia was alive, our conversations often revolved around the child we anticipated. Now, due to circumstances created by you both, neither my child nor my wife remains in this world." The weight of his words hit me like a blow. I muttered, "So this is your way of seeking retribution? Finding solace in tormenting my child?" Elijah's anger flared, his tone laced with frustration, "I don't owe you explanations, but remember, what's nestled within you shall forever carry the legacy of Sophia and me." Doubts crowded my mind. Could he genuin

I smiled at the few people who bowed my way and Elijah excused himself from the man he was speaking to. He gave me a loving kiss on the cheek and Micah started to bounce around my hips. With a huff, I passed him to his father and he soon started to smile. "Dada, dada" He murmured with his little hands on Elijah's cheeks. "I missed you too prince Micah" Elijah said against his forehead and I smiled at their relationship. Micah was like a replica of his father. Same steel gray eyes, brown locks and bushy eyebrows. They only thing he got from me, his mom, was the nose.

“I hope you will be a good friend and ally to my nephew.” “I'll try to be,” I said carefully. “Elijah is calm, rational, and serene, but when something upsets him a little, he can be very passionate,” Eliah said, and I frowned. “I'm telling you this so that you won't be surprised if you're ever lucky enough to see him.” “I—” I didn't know what to say; the reality was more complicated than that. “I'm telling you this so you can understand,” said Eliah. “Even though he is capable of manipulating shadows to the extent that he controls the dark forest and everything within it, he is a man of great light and clarity. Just be patient if you feel that something doesn't add up.”

"All of you, just, just stay away from me." I was shaking now, the serum's enhancement still burning through my system, keeping me strong even as I felt myself shattering inside. I'd killed tonight. Not in self-defense. Not to protect someone. I'd killed because I wanted to. Because I'd enjoyed it. I was a monster. They'd made me a monster. I'd let myself become a monster. "Maya, it's okay," Elijah said softly, his voice the gentle tone you'd use with a wounded animal. "You're in shock. The serum is affecting your mind. We can fix this.."

The air in the clearing felt electric, charged with the tension that had been brewing for far too long. Elijah’s cold eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time, I could see him for what he truly was. Not just a leader or a hybrid. He was a predator—a cunning, ruthless manipulator who had been playing everyone, including me, since the moment he returned. And now, the truth was out.

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?”

It was the first time I was addressing him by his name with such boldness, and he looked shocked by my outburst. His shock at my audacity was swiftly replaced by anger, his fists clenching tightly. He opened his mouth to respond, but a voice interrupted, breaking the tension in the room. "You have quite the feisty one there," Elijah remarked, his blue eyes meeting mine. He was undeniably attractive, with his dark brown, short hair and a chiseled jaw that exuded strength. Standing tall, he emanated power, even in Azriel's presence. His skin was glaringly pale but I didn't prepare myself for how good he looked. His hair was dark brown and short, unlike Azriel's long black hair that reached his

Julio demanded. "I didn't do anything to him," Elijah replied smoothly. He tilted his head, a faint, mocking glint in his eyes. "And why do you care? You're not exactly known for your 'nice person' credentials, J." Julio looked away, his jaw tightening. He didn't have a logical answer. "I don't know... I just like the kid. He’s got this innocence about him. It’s rare in this circle." "Hmm," Elijah mumbled, shifting his gaze toward the hallway. "He does have a certain charm. Everyone seems to fall for it. Everyone except his own family, I suppose."

“And you have nothing about any of them?” “She doubts every word that is said. She looks around and listens when no one is watching, to the things that others tend to ignore.” Her breathing quickened. “And Elias… he’s good, Alpha. Sharp. He’s protective of Valerie, suspicious of everyone. I tried to get close, but…” “But you failed,” I finished for her, leaning closer until my voice dropped to a growl. “You’ve always been good at words, Ms. Lewis. Not so much at delivery. And I am now tired of that bullshit.”