How Old Is Hope Mikaelson Novels & Stories

10 years later: -How was your day, my angel? Damon asks, sitting next to me on the couch. I'm so tired. Since I opened my own marketing firm, I've focused all my efforts on it, to the point where I couldn't even spend much time with my family. Luckily, Damon came up with the idea of ​​bringing a nanny into the house to take care of our three children. Hades is already 10 years old and, along with Ares, who is 7, they are a handful. I wanted to stop at the second child, but Damon convinced me to have another one, and I didn't regret it. I was thrilled that it was a girl because I wouldn't be surrounded only by men in this house, but at the same time, I felt sorry for her because I don't know

(Confusion was evident in my face. - That has to do with who we really are and the necklace you wear around your neck, although if I'm your uncle I know it's strange for you because I appeared practically out of nowhere, but I only ask for time sooner or later you will end up knowing everything. I thought - (See that simple answer, sometimes you feel that instead of talking to a person could easily go through a robot). So I said. - Then that means you're a lot older than me. - Actually, Hope, I'm 31.

The torch does not always pass quietly. Sometimes it burns the hands that try to carry it forward. Hope walked into the kitchen that morning with a determined look I had come to recognize more and more. She was eighteen now tall and strong with the same fire in her eyes that John had when we first met. She set her phone down on the counter and looked at me directly. Mom she said I have been thinking a lot lately. With Elias starting high school and the little ones growing up I want to take on more. I want to help protect the family. Not just sit back and let Dad and you carry everything.

She had three of them just waiting for her at home. Mary asked the entire family to join her around the kitchen table. The first to come down the stairs was her oldest daughter. Hope was 21, tall and thin with dark brown hair that she always kept tied up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt.

She was headed to the hospital Aspyn was going with her and I was going to spend time with the kids while they are gone. Sky and Dimitri are walking and moving around so good. They are 17 months already and Willow is about to be a year soon. Hope will be two in a few weeks she is amazing she has been working Aspyn on her magic she has surpassed me, and Tyler and she is only doing unwritten and unspoken spells. She will be amazing as she grows. I can’t wait to see how she does when she gets older, I know that she is going to be as powerful as me and Aspyn and Peyton and Sawyer.

Maybe when I die, all this pain will go away. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Hope. Hope is the daughter of the current Beta and soon-to-be Luna. She's everything I am not—beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, a killer body, glowing skin, strong, and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions, looking at me with...pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye was. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me, making me fall back on the floor.

Hope turned sixteen. Got her license. Immediately wanted independence. “I’m going to Jessica’s house. Be back by eleven.” “Ten,” Amelia said. “Mom. I’m sixteen. Not twelve.” “Ten thirty. Final offer.” Hope rolled her eyes but agreed. She drove off in the old car they’d bought her. Nothing fancy. Safe. Reliable. Amelia watched from the window. Heart tight. “She’ll be fine,” Penking said. “I know. But she’s my baby. My last baby. And she’s growing up.”

It was real. Hope was in the center of it all. She was fourteen now, her eyes bright and purely human. She was teaching a group of younger children how to use a short-wave radio, her laughter echoing up to the balcony. She wasn't an "Oracle" or a "Variable" anymore. She was just a girl who knew how to listen. "The mountain stayed silent today," Hope shouted up to them, waving a hand. "Good!" Julian shouted back. "Let the ghosts sleep!" The Last Dance

Xavier “So, did you find out anything?” I asked when I met up with Chris at the annex office of our hospital. It’s been twenty four hours and Hope hasn’t woken up yet. I would have been worried but her doctor, Mia Fernandez, assured me that it was her body’s typical response to trauma and stress. Nobody is allowed in her room except her brother, her doctor who double checks everything we give to her, and her guards. “We did dig deeper into Hope Alexeev.” Chris started. “We verified her documents and although they were as authentic as they can be. They were only created two years ago.”

The amnesia, the fog that had clouded her mind for so long—it was keeping her from remembering the past. " Mom, what are you thinking? You are pacing a lot lately," Hope said, a 5-year-old daughter of hers . Cecilia stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat as she looked down at her daughter. Hope's small, innocent face was full of concern, her wide brown eyes searching her mother's face. It was almost as if she could feel the weight of the moment, the heaviness Cecilia couldn't shake off.