Elijah Mikaelson Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“No, you just chase squirrels up there in the middle of fucking nowhere. I’m surprised you even remember how to have a conversation with real people.” Elijah sighs heavily. “Can we not do this right now?” Both brothers look at him, but Benedict has a nasty expression on his face. “It was fine when you were poking at me a minute ago, but as soon as I poke back, you want to step in and be the responsible one?” “I wasn’t poking⁠—” “Fuck you, yes you were! You and your fucking air quotes. You know good and damned well I didn’t say it like that.”

My jaw works. “Any further insights, or are we done with the surprise therapy session?” I ask. He shrugs. “Just this. Eli is very pretty. So are some knives. You don’t need to be his type, you need to be his choice.” My head snaps around. “I didn’t say anything about Eli.” “You didn’t say it,” he agrees. “You didn’t have to. Try hitting the target in front of you instead of the ghost behind you, Alexei. The ghost can’t bleed. The man can.”

Mike asked directly making Elijah smile at his leadership quality. “I want my mate” Elijah said plainly. “What the hell do you mean?” Oliver interjected in anger. “The literal meaning. I am taking MY MATE with me!”

Micaela’s pov. "Whatever plan you think you had, Mother, has been barred; it's best you give up." Orpheus said, a smirk dancing around his lips as he gazed at an angry Omelia. "I felt like I would have a heart attack if this had continued." Elijah says, sighing dramatically and getting an eye roll from Neve and Loukas. "For someone who is supposed to be strong, you sure are fragile." Neve mutters, giving him a glare and getting a pout in response.

Sometimes, the static sparked so intensely it hurt my eyes. I finally snapped, swatting away his hand as he reached for me, and demanded: "Who are you?" "Elias." "Send me home." "Is this revenge?" "What are you talking about? Why did you bring me here? How do you know my name?" "Elias Reyes." "How do you know my name?" "This is boring." "......." "How about trying something else? Like threatening to kill me." "What...?" He took a big step toward me, and I flinched backward. He hesitated, then slowly looked down at the distance I had retreated. Then he laughed.

I whispered back before been lured into darkest by sleep. ~~ The sound of something crashing against a wall had me jointing out of bed. I saw Elijah putting on his clothes and with a shaky voice I asked "What's happening?" "We're at war" I pulled open the curtains to see a bright green light shinning from afar. Someone is trying to bring the walls down. My eyes snap to Elijah and with widen eyes I thought of my son. "Micah"

Alpha asked. With a shiver, Elijah thought of the night he woke up surrounded by bodies. “I killed them,” he confessed. “They tried to hurt me so I killed them.” “I will scan your brain now.” The light concentrated on his head now. “Am I a monster?” He whispered as his cheeks wet with rolling tears. “You should not have hurt them.” “They should not have threatened me.” “You should not have hurt them,” Alpha asserted. “They would sold me first.” “You should not have hurt them.” The volume of the AI's voice remained flat. The urgency behind the voice had its intended effect.

Elijah said. "I changed because of you." "You changed because you wanted to change," Elijah said. "I was just there." "You were the reason," Alexander said. "You were the reason I wanted to change. You were the reason I could change. You were—" He stopped. "You were the way," Elijah said, quoting Eleanor's toast. "Yes," Alexander said. "That."

Elіjаh сhіmеd in, ѕmіlіng. “Yоu wоuldn’t be аn unсlе, I’m the unсlе,” Mіkе cut іn. “Juѕt because wе’rе not blооd rеlаtеd dоеѕn’t mеаn I саn’t be an unсlе,” Elijah snorted, ѕhооtіng glares аt Mike. “Yеѕ, іt dоеѕ.”

ELIJAH'S POV My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. For a second, I thought I was dead. There was no pain—none of the searing burn I had felt before. My body felt whole, healed. "You're welcome" Cana's deep voice echoed in my mind. His tone was full of annoyance and yet satisfaction. I chuckled weakly, shaking my head. "I take it you’re going to lecture me now?" "Lecture?" he growled. "This is beyond a lecture, Elijah. You deserve a beating. You intentionally got yourself shot with a silver bullet just to keep her close. That’s not just stupid; it’s irresponsible and reckless."