Hope Mikaelson Icon Novels & Stories

“Please tell me that you are not referring to Sienna as your daughter.” “Do you see Sienna being a sharp wolf? As far as I'm concerned, she's nothing but an Omega. A smart and strong one I will admit, but that is all.” I said, staring down at the picture of the woman that I once loved before putting it away. “But yes, you do have a sister just as much as she does.” I turned toward her, the wicked smile stretching across my face. “She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.”

Mikael's voice was warm, his eyes glinting as he drank the content from his cup. "Why does she look like she's seen a ghost? Is she afraid her blood would be used for our next dinner?" someone taunted me in the room, grabbing my attention. He was like a giant, his whole body could swallow me up and probably most people in this room. One of his eyes had been patched and he was bald. On his forearms was a tattoo of a wing and the name Ophylia was written underneath.

They stop just as his figure steps into the soft pale yellow light now at the center of my cell. My breath catches in my throat. It is really him. Raelin Michaelson. The Midnight Alpha. I know it the second I see his face. I have seen pictures of him, but this is the first time in my life that I am physically seeing him up close. The powerful energy around him nearly knocks the air out of my lungs. The ‘M’ carved into the golden ring on his finger, and the pack symbol on his jacket, they all confirm what I feared. I am hanging in front of the one Alpha who would rather see a rogue like me dead than breathing.

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.

Drake was so frustrated that he didn’t know where to vent his anger. He has seen fear in people, especially in his enemies but seeing the fear of Emily; it seems like she saw him as a monster. He’s an Alpha, the king of the Blue Moon pack. The powerful of all, but he stopped just because he saw Emily’s tears? Damn it! He could feel that there was something different about the girl. He could feel a foreign attraction towards her that he couldn’t explain. What angered him more was that she was emotionally and mentally weak.

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.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

Morrigan continued to walk farther from the edge of the pool and when she noticed it she was already beside Fiachra’s statue. “Do you remember the first time we met?” Morrigan asked him, walking around the pool not minding if she is now getting on the deeper end of the pool, across the marker. “Yes, I do, my queen,” Colfre replied. Morrigan looked around the room with a memory in mind. The bathhouse has its fair share of angel statues that holds a jar of water that is made of ceramics. But it was evidently designed with the emblem of Hymir, with crows embossed in gold at its wall. “I see, if the same thing happened today will you do the same?” Morrigan asked. Colfre scrunched his eyebrows wi

“Never forget, I have your human sister with me.” The second surge of images stopped from rolling. Thunderclaps illuminated Maleficent’s dim-lighted room. In the darkness, her glowing green eyes were grinning. An ominous feeling surrounded the daughter of Beelzebub, Transylvania Academy’s newest Halfling and the Nether World’s greatest candidate to oppose Damon. “I just found an opening to secure Levi. What’s left is how to get him.”

'Kael, my brave boy—stay back! Elian, suspended in the vision's ethereal grip, felt a jolt like lightning through his soul. Kael. The name anchored him, threads of recognition weaving through the horror. This trembling child, with his tousled raven hair and stormy gaze, was him—the alpha chained in the hideout, the man whose touch ignited Elian's world. The pieces shattered into place: the blindfold, the bloodlust, the chains. All born from this moment, this pact forged in desperation.