Elijah Mikaelson Quotes Novels & Stories

“One who does not know is not guilty. I don’t blame you.” Javier stood rooted to the spot; his hands curled tightly into fists. He watched as Little May changed forces to join the enemy, but he could not do anything. Elijah’s words had quite literally hit the nail on his head. He did not even have the chance to explain himself. He gritted his teeth and raised his gaze to glare at Elijah. “Don’t think that I’m done for after your stunt!” “I’ll find a way to continue living!” Elijah chuckled softly. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t let you live. I don’t commit murders.”

“Why did you go out there Elijah? You should have stayed inside. You should have allowed me to stay out there. I’m the Moon Goddess, she wouldn’t have harmed me. Not really.” “You’re my Luna Lil. Moon Goddess or not I would have done the same thing. I didn’t take an oath to protect you and Mykel for the fun of it.” How could he possibly find a way to laugh about this. He was dead. “It’s not funny Elijah!” Seeing the pain on my face his smile faded.

She could feel Eli’s awe as they looked at the statue. “Oh… Wow…” Eli whispered. “Not the time,” Mikael growled. “Sorry, sorry,” Eli replied. “Ok, keep an eye on those glowing lights. You’re going to have to be ready to make a move depending on what happens with them.” “Make a move?! I could be blown to bits if I-” “Do you trust me?” Eli said firmly. Peggy hesitated, then sighed. “I do…” she replied.

“I guess so…” Elijah shifts on the sun bed, crossing his ankles as he stretches his legs out. “Why do you take so much shit from people?” he asks. “Excuse me?” I gasp, feeling offended by his words. “Aren’t you your own person? You said so yourself to your brother. So why are you not acting like you are?” . TBC

Emma said, her voice tinged with a mixture of challenge and uncertainty, Elijah was turned away, inspecting himself in the mirror with a predatory grace that made her stomach tighten. “Firefly.” I turned slowly, It was a nickname I have given her, she was a ball of fierceness, it was her label, A box, which she belongs in. . “I have no plans on taking my own life anytime soon,” Elijah said his voice audible, echoing on the bitter edges. So you might want to hold off on kicking that chair.” I couldn’t help but let out a dry, humorless laugh

Elijah raised up His habds and cleaned all the tears that were in my eyes while starring at me . “ You know I wouldn’t let anything get to you my angel ,I just don’t know why you keep having this negative thoughts but you have to stop it ,Neil woud never reject you , nor for anything in this world and most escpecially I want you to give him time . I looked at Elijah with a disgusting look on his face .

The glare was pointed and Miqella blankly stared back. "No," He flicked his hair over his shoulder, "I just thought I'd get some amusement out of it." This prick! Immediately I was boiling, but Elijah placed down his basin with a small smile. I was distracted as he stretched out into the grass. "Thank you, Miqella. You're seriously the best." Elijah complimented, apparently missing how the guy had purposefully tortured me. I went to remind him of that when Miqella's reply sent me. "Of course I am, maybe your sister can take a note of gratitude from you."

She pinched his cheek again, and Elijah couldn't help but laugh along. It was like the sun before it sets behind the great mountains, appearing small in comparison to its immense brightness and beauty. Only those who see beyond what they think they see can truly appreciate it. "Here we go again with another note, with another silly, literal thought," Elijah remarked. ""You think so little of your own thoughts, but they are precious to me," Melia replied. Elijah looked at her, surprised by her words. "I say this to make you feel good, but it's also because I truly believe it."

Not anymore. I took a deep breath and spoke gently, but firmly. “Damien,” I said, my voice low, almost soothing, though there was no escaping the harshness of the truth. “Elijah was always fiercely egoistic, a man who valued his pride above all else. Even Elijah wouldn’t want to stay alive like this. Helpless. Vulnerable. This… isn’t life, Damien. This is not how he would’ve wanted to live.”

"What brings you here, Mr. Xanthos?" Michael let out a cold laugh, the arrogance of his youth still etched in his features. "You've lost your appetite, but you're diligent with your meds," Michael remarked, walking over to the bedside and picking up one of the many pill bottles to toy with it. Elijah pressed a hand to his lips and coughed. "I don't want Em to worry about me. Is that wrong? If I die, she'll carry that guilt for the rest of her life. Michael, if you truly love her, maybe you should stop making headlines with other women"