Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I groaned and tried to forcefully yank my hands away, but that only made things more awkward. "Leave me, you bloody mo—" "Monster!" he completed my words in a calm drawl, which caused my body to shiver with fear. I was already close; too close to him, and even with my fragile anger, he looked unfazed. I badly want to gouge his eyes out, yet my skin prickled against my body. His scent engulfed me in ways I want to hate. Mikael smiled. A smile filled with so much ill intent, and I tried my best to figure out what was in his head; however, he is like a book that doesn't want to be read unless he says otherwise.

Applying paint to the sickles was more annoying than she expected but once she was done, she placed the sharp points of the sickle together until it resembled a heart symbol and bound it to the tip of the mop stick. Only then did she really pause to observe her work. No one would suspect a thing. Not until they touched it actually, and knowing Williams, he would only pick it up once it was needed. To kill Damien . After cleaning up after herself, Ariel placed the fake staff in the hiding place of the original and hurried out of the weaponry, holding the real one and grabbing a hoe as she did.

He smiled, and she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, when he wasn't so terrifying. Even as intimidating as he was, he had that strong, chiseled kind of face she loved, with the most perfect dark eyes and hair. All three of them were attractive like that, really. His quietly confident nature intrigued her too. Lukas seemed more like Josh, charming and playful, while Mikael seemed charismatic in his own, more serious kind of way, like a natural leader type.

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

I am just looking out for her so she won't fall for one of those fuck boys. Yeah... Keep telling your self that. The tiny voice in my head told me teasingly. **** Nigel left soon after. I made breakfast for Makaila and took it to her room. She was on the bed, curled up and looking for vulnerable, her long dark hair all over the place. Since she woke up, she hasn't spoken to me. And it was killing me. I hate to admit but Makaila has got to be the most natural girl I've ever seen. With her long caramel blond hair, her naturally tan skin and her full lips. I found myself comparing her to Bethany in my head and she topped Bethany ten times over.

A dark jocular chuckle escaped me as I rotated the knob. “Alpha Tyr, please don’t hurt Mikayla,” Forbes gravely pleaded in the corridor, gasping sporadically. Sage crouched behind him, struggling to rise. “Alpha, Heron wouldn’t want you to hurt her.” My nostrils flared and I shot them a pair of my lethal flaming red pupils. Then I pushed open Mikayla’s room door and entered. The moonlight shone through the window on her. The moon's milky appearance imbues Mikayla's celestial body with her silvery brilliance as she lay on her back, sleeping soundly.

"Please don't try to kick the maids around the hotel, or I will tell your mate all about it," Maze withdraws her foot with anger flaring in her eyes. "I don't understand why Azrael likes you so much! You're a dirty vampire and not even a pretty one!" "I might not be the prettiest girl around, neither am I overly thin or as elegant as other vampires," My voice is calm, and I slowly stand up with a smile on my face. "My hair is a fiery mess, often reminding me of a fire, and my freckles are everywhere. I'm a bit pudgy, but luckily, some people don't care about appearances, and those people are the most beautiful of them all,"

It’s unsettling looking at him, honestly. He’s handsome, sure. The most, if I’m being honest. He’s like me–tall with dark hair and chiseled, sharp facial features. We take after our great-grandfather, Maddox. In fact, I’ve seen pictures of Maddox in his youth… Blake is his spitting image–except for those eyes. There’s a reason Mystics wear masks. They’re frightening creatures. Looking into their eyes is like seeing the future against your will, or seeing the deepest, darkest parts of yourself reflected in full color.

"We use your crystal." Mia gulped down a spoon full of soup, not even noticing the sad look on Estelle's face as she set bread beside the fallen coven leader's bone-thin hand. Once inside the pavilion, safely tucked into our area and behind wards, Mia shed the heavy cloak hiding her from me. She looked even more emaciated than before, the light showing the thin veins running under her near-transparent skin, the way her eyes sank into dark pits, two shining blue lights the only sign she was in there.

Immediately I'm aware of who this is, although I can't quite believe it. "Michael?" I call out. He flinched, glancing over his shoulder at me. There's no doubting who this is. His features have always been so sharp and striking, completely otherworldly. From the strength and prominence of each feature, such as his cheekbones and jawline, to the oddity that is his hair and eyes. The Moon always had an interest in dressing his Sins and Virtues up in creative physical attire. I've never quite understood the obsession to make them so perfect.