Hope Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Lonut asks, his eyes roaming over every edge and curve of my body. Mihai smiles like he knew the question was coming, his hand wrapping around my hip and pulling me closer to him. “Her name is Mae williams, her father is the hunter who has been trying to track us down for years.” his voice is thick with humour, though i do not find it funny at all. If only my father had succeeded and destroyed them all. All three of their eyes turn black at the mention of my father and my name, it is clear that they know exactly who i am and what my family has done.

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

“Well, that’s not exactly true Princess. I’m a hybrid. My mother was Lycan, my father was a witch. I was born without a wolf, though I still have the strength and speed of the lycan. My sister, though, she was a powerful wolf. Until your mate murdered her.” The mention of Aro rocked through me like a physical assault. I didn’t understand anything the man before me was saying. My eyes followed him as he moved around the room, uncovering cases that I hadn’t noticed before. I lunged at him, fighting against the iron binding me, when I saw a pair of brilliant white wings on display in the final glass case. Mikah’s wings. This was the man responsible for my twin’s murder. “Gelida!” He bellowed, a

Axel said as he continued laughing. "Okay forget that but I know whose the killer. The one who also hurt Micheal and Ed." Ephraim said as Axel came closer. "Don't tell me it's another ghost." Axel teased him then smirked making Ephraim frown. "It's Michaelson. She's the one. I don't know how but I know it's cause we beat her boyfriend shit." Ephraim exposed making Axel who looked at Satanika's table and saw her reading a novel as she ate a burger.

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the

But it was enough to tell him that this girl in front of him was the person he had been looking for, the one who was his reason not to lose his human side, even though he was has become a top-class, noble vampire. "Michelle! It's me!" said Damien trying to speak "It's me, Damien!" Before Michelle had time to answer Damien's call, the girl was already unconscious “Michelle! ... “

But then… he saw her. Anna. Michael looked at her like she held his goddamn soul. The softness in his eyes… the protectiveness in his posture… Vulnerable. Michael Stone. Alpha of the Bloodhowl Coven. Vulnerable. Damon smirked bitterly, still remembering the shock in his chest. He watched for weeks after that. Noticed the routine. Michael coming to her door. Walking her to the car. The way she smiled up at him, completely unaware of who she was dealing with.

“You ginger-haired witch, who the hell do you think you are?” I stopped, slowly, I turned my head and walked closer until I stood inches away from her face. “Well, since you don’t know…” I said softly, each word laced with power. “I am Mia Henss, the Rogue Luna Heiress. Remember the name.” Brianna’s eyes went wide, her face twisting red with fury, but before she could spit out another insult, I had already guided my mother into my car and slammed the door shut. The crowd erupted into whispers and gasps as my engine roared to life.

Her vision blurred — but the last thing she saw were those same many witches and wizards closing in again, whispering about a coming eclipse… And the awakening of the Hollow Six. The green fire roared to life and screamed for silence. A heavy door slammed open on its own, echoing through the chamber. A monstrous voice rolled out like thunder, shaking the floor. “The only way to find the hybrid… is through Mia, the daughter of O'Keekaa.” Everyone froze. Mia stumbled backward, her eyes wild. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she cried. Before anyone could move, a long black hand shot out from the dark and clamped around her throat. She gasped, kicking, choking—then just as suddenly, it

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the holy stone.