Novel & Cerita Elijah Mikaelson Personality

His voice rose in anger, "hell, she isn't even fucking grateful to see you back safe." "Eliyah," I sighed. I didn't have the energy to reprimand him, my head felt fuzzy. "That's not true," Tessa fought back but her voice was weak. Does she really think of me as a monster? "What?" Eliyah asked, as if he didn't know what he had done wrong. And he actually didn't. But I needed to keep his past in mind. He has grown up like this, with no sympathy and no mercy—towards himself or others. He has been taught to be a hard fighting machine and it's going to be difficult to unlearn.

(Elijah) When Elijah said these, I’m just nodded my head. Mot is definitely someone that were just capable to do just that, Her Special race which is an Anubis Demi-Human, enable her to be a perfect judge and also her passion towards investigations made her able to discerned everything easily. On top of that she were educated by me, to be a perfect counter espionage agent and detective, paired with her lack of emotions and high IQ, such thing is a breeze for her.

She had always been the sweetest one among them and had been the first person to acknowledge Micaela, taking her as more than a slave. Yet here she was, plotting against the one person she would have given up her life for. And the more he tried to rack his brain for any form of excuse for her behaviour, the more he was left completely blank. "What’s in it for you?" Elijah asked, voicing out the one thing that has been bothering him for the past few months. "I can understand Omelia’s reason for wanting Micaela gone. Seeing as she is nothing but selfish, self-centred, self-absorbed, and egotistic and clearly has no care about her son’s happiness,"

“…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

My daughter had a few tricks up her sleeve and I knew tomorrow, she would show it as well. "You always look amazing, that is the problem, I think that is why I end up with so many damn children." Mikaela whined as she opened the doors. I spun on my heel to look at her. Elijah was on her hip, a beautiful boy with beautifully black hair. The perfect imitation of his biological father. He was at the tender age of two, but looked four. Unlike Katharine, he had no traces of magic within him, just a natural born hybrid like myself.

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.

I liked it rough and without any strings attached. If one of the she wolves gets clingy and demands a deeper contact, I severe all ties with her and threaten her to keep her distance or she will lose her heart. I grew up ruthless, dark, and without any mercy to anyone who wrongs me. But I wasn’t pure evil. The only thing keeping me from going to the dark side was my kind, warm, soft wolf Elijah. He was the complete utter opposite of my character. He held a lot of compassion and kindness in him.

"So I've heard. But to be honest, I would much rather be in bed with a book. Too many people and not enough booze." "You always did have a problem with substances," Elijah joked, showing off his white teeth in the process. He was the first blood born hybrid of this century. Well, ever. Luciana might have been born from the blood of her enemies, but Elijah was the true marvel. He defied nature from birth. "Apparently Mama had an important guest here tonight for me, care to escort me to her side?" I asked and touched his arm lightly. Elijah eyed me wearily but stuck out his arm.

“What’s wrong with you, Mia? You weren’t like this before. You were all over me. Now you cling to him like a stray dog. What does he have to offer you besides sex?” I almost laughed. After what happened tonight, the answer was clear. “Protection.” Something about Maxello had changed. I knew he didn’t get along with his twin, but what about me? Why did he sound like this? “Protection from who?” he mocked. “From himself? From reality? He’ll ruin you like he ruined the other women in his life. No matter how pretty you look in his arms, you’ll never replace Hazel.” At the name, I felt Rolex tense at the mention of the name. Hazel. The same name tattooed on his body. The one he never spoke about.

Xavier was a wild card, unpredictable, and acted out of the spirit of the moment. But Elijah acts refined, sophisticated, and gentleman-like. Like he was carved from marble. Perfect and untouchable. and he knew it. A gentleman. Perfect smiles and whispered lies. And something else... something dark, lurking beneath that perfect exterior. I froze, feeling the heat between us. Elijah’s gaze dropped to my lips for a brief second, and my breath caught… "What is going on here?" The voice sliced through the moment like a knife would go through butter. I stiffened. Immediately feeling guilty.