Elijah Mikaelson Personality 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?

Ezra, who was sitting beside me, got up from his chair and extended a hand to the Lycan, shaking it. “I believe that you of all people should be aware of my support for Mikhail.” Ezra answered, raising an eyebrow at Killian. “The main question is why are YOU here? I believe that you are a rival?” “Yes, I was a rival to Mikhail’s father, but that does not mean that I have to be toward his son. You know, a family rival can end somewhere, and I choose for it to end with his father.” Killian said, looking at Mikhail who frowned at the sight of the Lycan. Ezra put his hand on his chest, pushing him back.

Chelsea kept pausing to dramatically mimic Klaus’s lines, and Fab booed every time Elijah made a noble sacrifice. “I swear, if he says ‘for family’ one more time…” Fab muttered. “And yet you’ll still cry,” I teased. “Shut up,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I’m Team Elijah, okay? The man wears suits while battling werewolves and still manages to sound like a poetry professor. Respect.” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Elijah is too self righteous. Klaus is where the drama’s at. He’s chaotic, dangerous, emotionally unstable…” “You just described your dream guy,” I said, laughing.

Instead, I can lie bundled up in the soft quilt in a room filled with intriguing piles of books and sweet-scented herbs. This morning, I’m not the king’s daughter, or Marius’s wife, or a princess with duties. I am just. . . me. A thrill surges through my body. There are so many things I should be worrying about—the Wolves, the inevitability of Marius’s army finding me, Blake telling the acting Wolf King who I am. And Ethan. Ethan, and whatever condition he wants me to agree to in order for me to keep my own room. Ethan is so unlike anyone I have met before. He is lacking in decorum, and he continually behaves in a manner I am not used to. He teases me, and asks me questions, andtouchesme.

They were undeniably mother and son, and they were completely different from me. From the expressions on their faces, they were not happy to see me. “Lauren, this is Elara Doe,” the guardian said, and the woman looked me over from head to toe. “This is Elara and Theo Mikaelson.” I was about to reach out to shake their hands when Theo spoke in a dismissive manner. “She's the half-breed?” he asked with annoyance, as if I wasn't present. That made me raise my eyebrows in surprise. Lauren approached me with disdain and then sniffed loudly, then put on a disgusted expression that froze me in place.

But I did not really care about it anymore— Pain or sadness, joy or fury, satisfaction or loathe— Nothing that related to him mattered to me anymore provided that he has wiped off every vestige of the love I had for him. My love for him has to die and even if it doesn't agree, I'd strangle it to death because that's the ultimate escape— What I have been looking for— A way to peace— Away from Sebastian Valdez and his curse. "I know what you are truly capable of doing. And I don't lie to myself as you do to yourself—The most damning thing anyone can do," I spat, grabbing his hand and pushing it away as I released my throat from his stronghold, "And guess what? I don't prefer to lie to anyone.

“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.

“You think you can stop this? You’re just as helpless as Xavier. You won’t be able to save them.” I wanted to scream at him, to make him understand how wrong he was, but I knew there was no point. The Elijah I had known was always like this—a monster who derived joy from destroying other people’s families. He did it with Vivian, and now he wanted to hide behind Ross and do the same with Hannah and my son.

There would be no mercy for anyone and I would get my retribution for all that they had put me through. “All these stuff you’re making me learn… what are you planning exactly?” Elias smiled at me. It was one of those his smiles that made you almost forget what kind of a horrible person it was. He was a naturally handsome man, the cliché blonde haired and blue eyes kind of man but he was very handsome. The issue was that he had a terrible personality and even worse intentions. And just as I predicted his face was literally wiped of that smile and he glared at me so hard the hairs on my skin stood at high attention.

I was starting to get defensive. "So you do love him?" he nods at me and shakes his head, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Why are you acting like this?" "Lara Daisy-Jane Mikaelson! You don't know him! How many times do I have to fucking tell you that? You don't have any clue what he does, who he is, or what he's capable of!" "Oh, and you do?!" My tone matched Elijah's, my voice raised like his was, I stepped closer.