When Does Elijah Get His Memories Back Novels & Stories

He looked taken aback, as if my action triggered something in him. “Are you okay?” I asked, suddenly worried that I'd done something bad. “Yeah… I'm fine,” Elijah said as if in a daze. He shook his head rapidly for a second before he continued, “I just hate that I am still struggling with so many things. A single move and my mind is filled with partial memories which make no sense at all.” I smiled at him and took his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. “You'll be okay, give yourself a break,” I told him. “It will take time.”

"Aria… what about the others? If I woke up, does that mean the others are alive somewhere too?" Her heart sank when she saw his hopeful gaze. "I'm still looking for them. You're the first one I found. I'll definitely find the rest." Elijah nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "Okay. Let's look for them together." Aria knew the golden light that entered his body that day was what allowed his memories to return. She met his gaze resolutely. "Elijah, I've never forgotten the betrayal of our sect. I still remember how Sylas and those clans destroyed you all."

“You…” Elijah’s eyes filled with suspicion and surprise. Elijah, “...” The next second, he picked her up and pressed her head to where his heart was. “I remember I’ve never told you something so personal.” “That’s right.” Sally let out a sigh as she said in a gentle voice. “I remember now.” The woman lay in his arms as she sighed softly, “As things come to this… I don’t want to keep it a secret from you anymore.” “I’ve actually… found a way to regain my memories.”

Her voice—weak, dream-scarred—still echoed in his skull: “Jayce.” He hadn’t heard it in four months. And yet when it came, it shattered him like it was Day One all over again. He stood in the decryption lab, watching her biometric feed flicker with unstable vitals. Oxygen low. Neural activity high. Dreams accelerating. “She’s remembering,” Eli said softly from behind him. Jayce didn’t look back. “Or reliving.” “She said your name.” “That doesn’t mean she forgives me.” “No,” Eli replied. “But it means she sees you. Still.”

Then I was submerged deeper and the whole world went black. Something wasn't right. That was not how I remembered it, Elijah wasn't screaming when I was in the water. A bright light, filled pouring around me and once again everything sparked. The voices, the memories. My dad. And my dad again and for the third time, something was tugging me closer to that memory. And a jewel glistening in the sunlight. Fragments of my memories dissipated, before the world returned to its black, tranquil state. Soon after those lights returned once again but this time it didn't follow with memories but with a piercing scream. It wasn't mine. It was Elijah. The sound only intensifies and got worst.

myself, Silas, Drake, and Lily. "Ah, I see you found us much sooner than I expected." I turned my head quickly when I heard the calm voice of Elijah. He was standing near the back door of the mansion. Silas immediately pulled me behind his back to protect me. He stood in front of me like a shield. "And Willow, I thought you had lost all your memories? You seem to remember him very well," Elijah added. He looked at me with a sad and confused expression. "Your playtime is over, Elijah. It is time for this to end," Silas said in a very cold and stern voice.

“Why is your blood still burning on him? Is it still because of what happened the first day you two met?" “Why do you always remember and open up about what happened?" Nica laughed. “Why are you upset?" “I'm not upset. I'm just annoyed at you, every time you open up the past." “Have you ever been in love with him? Or did you start falling for him?" “That could not happen. Why would I like him?” “That's it! Why did you react that way?” Nica noticed a change in Eloisa's voice. Eloisa even insists that she does not like Jayson. Eloisa's outward appearance reflected her love for Jayson.

“We’ll make sure he wishes we had stayed buried.” Elijah gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. “What’s next, then?” Gabriel’s smile was pure venom. “Next?” He leaned forward, tapping the screen where Jay’s image lay frozen in his hospital bed. “Next, we make him remember.” The past never died for Gabriel; it collected itself in the bones and whispered at night. In the dim light of the base, memories rose like steam from a pot left too long on the stove hot, sharp, and impossible to ignore.

they’d want me to be happy. And I was finally going to let that happen. That is … if I lived through it. I looked over at Elijah now…remembering all of our times together when we were younger brought back so many good memories. But they sometimes made me sad too. I’d wasted so many years. But he was still here. “You good?” He asked me. I smiled. “Yeah … just got lost in some memories for a minute…” “But I’m back now ….”

“Dad died a few years ago. Don’t you remember?” Elijah answers his frowning mother remorsefully as we notice her fogged mind begin to take over while she shakes from her rising temper, her illness erasing the memories of her husband’s demise on this given day. “No. You’re lying,” she snatches her hands away from him, “-you’re fathers not dead. Stop talking nonsense, boy,” she crosses her arms in spite. “I’m not lying mum,” Elijah stands from his chair appearing hurt from her hateful action of snappily pulling away from him, “-you know this,” he shakes his head sullenly.