Elijah Mikaelson Quotes Novels & Stories

Why would he always do this to me? But Ezekiel, as if he was innocent about the matter, simply replied, ‘‘Huh? Did I say that? I only taught you this thing since I'm too lazy of thinking about something else. I never said you will be able to learn it in one day and use it to defeat Elle.’’

"You don’t have to hold it all in, not with me. Not with me. I’ve gone through this remember, I know how had it is. You nearly died Aegis. You’re stronger than you think. And even if you ever forget it, I’ll be here, whether you feel strong or not." For a moment we just stood there in comfortable silence, the only sound being that of a sleeping Cece in a cot in the kitchen_perks of an overbearing father.. Elijah’s presence always has a way of grounding me, making me feel like the world wasn’t spinning as fast as it had been moments ago. But right now it was doing other really weird things to my body. I looked up at him with a grateful smile on my face before looking down shyly. "You always k

Elijah sat down with his legs crossed and said, "Now, like a bad girl, put your beautiful fingers in your pussy." Hearing this, I got very nervous and cried, "Please stop, don't do this to me." I started folding my hands in front of Elijah, but he didn't feel any pity and said, "It's okay if you don't listen to me." Elijah got up after saying this, and I wondered how he could agree so soon. Elijah turned around with a shout and said, "You're not letting me take charge. I think your mother's blood will quench my thirst."

“Power hates a vacuum, cousin. And silence invites ruin.” Maxim’s reaction was immediate. He stepped forward, intercepting Elias before he reached the dais. His growl reverberated through the chamber, deep enough to shiver the window glass. “You dare come here and speak of power? You forfeited your claim the moment you chose exile over loyalty.”

(Elijah) She simply calm me down and activated her big sister mode on the whole room, which calm everyone down. Without looking at anyone, Elijah focused on me and gestured me to drank my coffee with a loving and wise wife smile on her face. “..U.um, I understand Your excellency…please pardon me…surely I will strived to become even better next time….your wise words..I will engrave them in my soul…”. (Mayor Baron Quintes)

- Lucifer - "Did you picture what I told you?" Lucifer said, holding back anger. "No, I pictured a cannon firing. I didn't mean to it was just the first image that came to mind." Elijah's hand had been severely burned by the electricity. The bone on the under part of his fingers was exposed. Lucifer just closed his eyes and yelled in his mind. He had so many different ways he wanted to berate Elijah. 'I can't believe the sheer ignorance of people sometimes. Next time I teach someone magic I need to remember this moment and use it as an example of why they should listen.'

‎I know what they’ll say. ‎I’m sorry. ‎I love you. ‎Please talk to me. ‎I don’t deserve them. ‎I don’t deserve him. ‎I’m poison. ‎Everything I touch turns to ash. ‎Elias. ‎Elena. ‎Now Caleb. ‎And Mikhail— ‎God, Mikhail. ‎I can still feel his hands. ‎His mouth. ‎The way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world worth burning for. ‎I hate him.

Sofia's voice quivered as she protested, "But...that's a crime! You can't do that!" "I can make sure the doctor prescribes the wrong medication to worsen his condition," Elijah suggested. Sofia pleaded, "No, please don't. I know you have the power to do as you please." Elijah's expression remained firm as he replied, "Yes, I have the power and no other choice, Sofia. Marcus poses a threat to everything I cherish. He's the one standing in our way!" "No, Elijah. I care for him!" “I don’t care, “Elijah said emphatically.

"Please, please, please." Elijah's laugh was a sickening, gleeful sound in the dark. "Still crying for the dead?" he hissed, his voice vibrating with a feverish intensity. "He's worm food, Angel. Nothing but rotting meat in the mud. And you... you are my masterpiece. My ruin. My everything." He leaned forward, his eyes wide and unblinking in the gloom, a manic fire burning in their depths. "I can smell your grief. It's delicious. But it's a lie. You don't mourn him. You mourn the idea of him. I am the reality. I am the god of this story now."

he pouted like a spoiled child. “I… I didn't hear you…” I admitted muttering. “Why? Were you thinking about the boss?” he chuckled teasingly. “Actually, I thought that I could have been burned alive in my past life…” I mumbled walking into the elevator. “You… what?!” he called with a question mark painted on his forehead. I shook my head and smiled faintly, “Never mind…” “I think, you might be overworking yourself. Get more sleep,” Elijah gave me an awkward but compassionate gaze while leaving the elevator at his floor.