Elijah Mikaelson Personality Novels & Stories

There were at least a dozen of them, and each one looked muscular. I arrived at the field, and the first thing that caught my attention was Elijah’s back. I could see his broad back through his black t-shirt. It was freezing outside, but he didn’t seem to be cold, despite the sleeveless shirt. But I can understand, the alphas have a higher temperature than ours in their body, and I must admit that I crave for it. I kept observing him as he examined the young wolves. He looked serious and meticulous while doing his job. I had to guess that his dream was to become a doctor, but his parents insisted he inherits the leadership position when he grows up.

Miaka asked with a smile. You can clean yourself off and follow us home, the elf replied inside her head. "Damn mind readers," she thought. He was bound to tell Kai what she thought of him. Of the three men, the blonde teen healer Milo - Kai the evil Alpha wolf - and finally Vrethie the beautiful elf king - She was most attracted to Kai.

He is known by the public as a ruthless control freak who doesn’t believe in love and thinks emotions are liabilities. Background: He found out about his father’s plan to destroy the Thorne family and their business, and he secretly saved the business by becoming an anonymous investor, putting billions of dollars to keep the business up. He starts to fall for Mariah, but he has no idea that she has an agenda of her own as she believes he was behind her family’s downfall. 3. ELIJAH MOREN: He is 27 years old with chestnut brown hair and grey eyes. He’s 6’0” tall with a slim and toned build. He grew up with Mariah and dated her for a while before they broke up.

There was something about the way he carried himself that was fucking hot. He was good for my mom. And fortunately, the only thing he had in common with Jasper was his looks. He was similar and yet completely dissimilar to his son. He was calm where Jasper was chaos, caring where Jasper was cruel. I felt grateful to have him in my life. Not for the first time, I mentally thanked my mother for marrying him. “Elian.” Caleb began, his attention still on the road. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about what happened, and you don’t have to. But… if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you, always.”

" But I hold back. Phill would start throwing things at me, I saw how he looks at me. I look back at the man lying on the ground thinking that two more children have been left without a father in the world, and my heartaches. What Azael has done is very unfair. Without thinking, I open the door and follow him. Scott, Phill, and Kya don't bother to stop me. I take out my gun in case someone is alive in the corridors and pay my full attention in case I have to defend myself. Finally, I successfully go outside and find Azael leaning on the warehouse's metal fence, smoking a cigar and expelling the smoke through his mouth. Wow, he's back to smoking. -Do you have no regrets? -shouted him. His fac

"Elio, come sit with me." Elio complied and leaned back on the couch. Mila looked at him from head to toe. He was young, handsome, wealthy, and five years older than Candice. Despite his less-than-charming personality, Elio was a fundamentally good man—kind, determined, and responsible. These traits had seen him through the tough love of his upbringing under Michaela and shaped him into the man he was now. Candice could certainly have chosen someone far worse. "Did you want to talk about something?" Elio asked.

My own reflection stared back at me from the darkened window across the room, and a flicker of a thought, one I'd often suppressed, surfaced. It was strange, really. In our family, Elijah had always been the outlier. He had lighter hair, lighter eyes, a completely different bone structure. He didn't look like Amelia, Edward, Jeremy, Liam and Damien. And then there was me. I didn't really look like anyone either. My hair was a different shade, my eyes a different shape. We were both distinct from the rest of the family. But if we were to look closely, I looked a little bit like Elijah.

“Okay?” Elijah swallows. His jaw clenches. “That was until I became a hybrid.” He exhales sharply, then looks at me, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Hails—you have no idea how much stronger I am now. And unfortunately, my dad knows it. He’s always wanted control, but now that I’ve changed, it’s different. Now, he just wants me to make an impression—be the untouchable, unrivaled leader. Which means standing beside someone weak. Someone who won’t challenge me. Some… pretty airhead blonde girl to make me look even more superior.” He exhales sharply. “Because why would the mighty alpha need a woman with power on his side when he’s already more powerful?”

"Then I guess I'm still a minor!" Marcia's head was spinning. She had only learned today from Myron that Elijah came from a military family, which explained his usual seriousness and reserved nature. She realized she didn't know much about Elijah. She knew he was wealthy and had a keen business mind, but she had no insight into his personal life or family matters. What kind of man was he? Who was the real Elijah? Was he the gentle man who took care of her in the hospital? The authoritative, powerful leader at work? Or this carefree, mischievous version of him with a bold, arrogant smile?

Yet, despite the warning, my wolf-heart-a stubborn, unyielding part of me-demanded that I see this through. "Reply for me. Just tell him I'll attend," I said, returning my attention to Elijah's wounds, treating the matter as routine. He did as I asked, sending the message with a careful tap. Only then did he glance at the contact list. "Who is this Michael Jones?" he asked, curiosity laced with caution. I didn't look up, continuing my ministrations. "Only child of the Jones family. Wealthy, influential." I kept my tone casual, as if describing the weather, because the wolf in me never allowed weakness to show unnecessarily.