Klaus Mikaelson Daughter Novels & Stories

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

and took a menacing step forward. Kylie didn’t flinch. She planted herself firmly between them, her stance wide and protective, the low vibration of a warning growl rising from her chest like a storm waiting to break. A sharp sound followed as her claws unsheathed with a crisp, metallic crack that echoed in the heavy air. “Yes,” Elysia cried out, her voice raw and unraveling, the dam of restraint finally giving way. “She’s Noah’s daughter.”

“We are not sure what he is up to so you could be harmed as well. I don't want to take any risk. You're leaving from here.” “No, I am not!” she snapped back. “Klaus needs me. I am not leaving him alone when he needs me the most. He is my best friend. You can't expect me to back out just because my life is in danger.” Johnathan's eyes narrowed. He could sense something was fishy about how his daughter was behaving. He would have understood her behaviour had she been engaged to Klaus but now it looked weird. He wondered if his daughter was still in love with Klaus?

Marcel's POV Amelia sat still as I drove. She had stopped complaining and just had her face glued to the glass. "Sofia is her daughter." I confessed to Klaus, but the surprise I expected to see didn't come. I turned to him. "Did you know?" He let out a sigh as he relaxed into his seat. "I carried out more investigations on her. And I found pretty interesting things." "Stop talking to my son about me like I am not here!" Amelia's high pitched voice cut through the tension, and I gripped the wheels so tight my knuckles turned white.

Micah replied, disgusted “And, by any chance, would this daughter be the one who most resembles you? Not Alice, who is a perfect mix of me and Elise?” “Alice doesn’t look like Elise.” Kendra gritted her teeth and, increasingly, her clear efforts to distort the facts made Alice feel sick, all the things she thought she knew about her past starting to crumble like a sandcastle "She looks like my mother and a little with Roger. But Amber looks like my father.” she pushed Amber a little closer to Micah “I'm sorry if you're not pleased with your own daughter's appearance, but Lucas Dawsey will forever be her grandfather, whether you like it or not.”

Her dark hair was pinned up in flawless curls, her sunglasses slid down her nose as she surveyed the place with commanding grace. Behind her, a tall, broad-shouldered man with streaks of silver in his dark hair stepped out, Ethan, her husband. And following them, a lanky teenager with messy hair and a defiant expression hopped down from the car and slammed the door shut. It was Elena. Klaus and Kai’s older sister. The firstborn of the Mikaelson bloodline. “Elena?” Kai blinked, surprise softening his face as he moved forward quickly. “Sis, you came home!” he said, pulling her into a warm hug. “What brought you back after all this time?”

he asked, impressed. "Maybe," I replied bluntly. I knew that people who recognized me as my father's daughter were often more interested in my social status than me as a person. "My father is George Samuels, the owner of MAXCO." I felt a shiver run down my spine at the mention of that wretched company. Who would have thought that the son of the man trying to defraud my father was standing right in front of me? I smiled politely at Christopher, and he returned it with more enthusiasm. Why did hearing his father's name make me nauseous while he made me feel nervous with just a look from his blue eyes?

he persuaded her, and pulled her shoulders again. “No!” Katlyn refused angrily, and she glared at him. She, then, looked at Melissa again and at the baby she was holding in her arms. “Whose daughter is that again?” she queried for clarification. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but this is his daughter, Amelia. I am here to introduce my daughter to her father,” Melissa apologetically said. “Your daughter,” she murmured as she couldn’t believe her ears. “Don’t believe anything she says. That is not my daughter. Go away, Melissa. Please let’s go inside now, my Wifey,” he told, and he pulled her inside the house.

“– Interesting there.” My face heats up despite every bit of rage bubbling deep within me. I drop her hand. “So how’d you end up at Moonriver?” she goes on. “My step-father just enrolled me. Figured it’d help me get out of Greendale,” I cock my head. “Isaac Jones?” Kathy’s eyebrow flies up. Her sneer drops into a malicious smirk. Fuck, this isn’t what I expected. “ “Oh, so you’re Camila’s daughter?” she says. “Camila Martin. Lowly caretaker to the rich’s kids? Tell me, did your mom drug Isaac? Is that why he got rid of his wife?”

Once in a while, Clarissa would send a message to her good friend, asking how he was, his life in the mansion, and if ever he missed her. In turn, Mikael, who had been living with his biological father and stepmother in a lavish mansion in the metropolis, would always make it a point to call or message Clarissa. They no longer go to the same school as Mikael transferred to a prestigious international school to pursue his studies. Nevertheless, he would visit them in their house even for just once a month, after he would see his own mother, Maria. Mikael’s father had discouraged him from doing such activities often as he was prone to kidnapping. His father was an illustrious businessman after