Klaus Mikaelson Daughter Novels & Stories

he declared, utterly fascinated by the miracle in front of him. Michaela gave him a hard glare. “Wait until I recover before you even mention such a thing.” Sheepishly, he grinned at her. “Good idea.” “Someday she’s going to be the queen,” Michaela realized looking at her daughter’s face. “Yes,” Maxim agreed, “but for now she’s just our daughter, and we’ll do all we can to make sure she stays a little girl as long as possible.” Maxim looked down at the tiny pink bundle.

There was silence. “Jessica?” I called out and got no response. I could sense something was wrong. Then I heard a muffled cry. My heart sank. “Jessica… what is it?” No… no!... it can't be what I am thinking. “How dare you kill my mother?” The phone fell from my hand. I was in shock. How is this possible? How could Jessica, my best friend, be the witch's daughter? Klaus picked the phone from the floor just in time for us to hear, “Now, I will kill your children… I will do to them what you did to my mum!”

From the ghost of her past. And from me. Klaus walked into the room, ending the silence. His shoulders were stiff, jaw clenched. I recognized that look—it was bad news. I bristled. "What is it?" He closed the door behind him. "Louisa." I rubbed my temple. "What about her?" "She is really Michael's biological daughter." The glass dropped out of my hand, onto the carpet with a soft thud. Klaus went on. "I confirmed it with the documents Rebel found. He'd been paying for her rehab for years. There's a key. and a penthouse Michael left her in her name."

So, he was genuinely puzzled as to how this event transpired. "She must've used her mana unconsciously, seeing how there are no traces left when I surveyed the area." Xerxes answered truthfully, saying his conclusion out loud. Klaus understood what Xerxes said. "That means..." Xerxes closed his eyes as he nodded. "Yes, my daughter is a prodigy." Klaus stilled in his place as he slowly turned his head to look at Xerxes, who looks oddly proud of her daughter who escaped his presence and surveillance; as if it was a great feat.

Just… warmer. Kinder. And standing with them— Another man. Powerful. Commanding. Beside him— A girl. Beautiful. Perfect. Elegant. The kind of girl who had never tripped in her life. “That’s Alpha Dagon,” Klaus whispered. “And his daughter.” He smirked slightly. “I bet my father is trying to play matchmaker again. The last one he arranged didn’t go so well.” “The last one?” I asked, frowning. “Bella,” Klaus said casually.

Dad froze completely. A chill seemed to climb from his feet to the top of his head. At last, he understood. The daughter who once secretly lit up over a single word of praise had disappeared. Mia Lawson had become a perfect, efficient academic machine. Dad's hand trembled. In the end, he turned and left. A suppressed sob escaped his throat. Dad locked himself in his room for a long time before coming out. His relationship with Ava deteriorated, too. Dad did not reflect on his own mistakes. Instead, he vented his anger at Ava with even more cruelty.

Mike swallowed nervously, then tried the doorknob. The door opened without any restraint, and he stepped inside. The interior of the house was dark, the curtains drawn. "Scott?" He called out, and silence answered him. He walked slowly inside the house. "It's your buddy Mike. I'm back from Beacontown. A lot of things happened, actually. I saw my daughter again—well, she's not actually my daughter. Turns out she's Dr Makovsky's daughter actually. I came down to Perkins and fought his rabid wolves at the laboratory. As crazy as all of that sounds, it actually happened. Anyway, I got your mail. Your mailbox was knocked down—"

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?

“You would do that after everything Samantha put you through?” “It has nothing to do with Samantha. It has nothing to do with her parents either. This is about Mikayla and nothing else.” Max said as he smiled at the picture on the wall of the girl. He knew that if it had to be a certain way, it would be. She was Michael's daughter. That was a fact. Though he didn’t know exactly what life held for him in the long run, he knew he would clean up this mess for everyone involved with this for some time.

'Joan Michaels or rather Miley Bernadette Yusuf, my dear daughter, I am so sorry that our first interaction after so long is in such a sordid manner but I had to do what I had to do. Your mother, that horrible traitor, had to go. I miss you, daughter. It's been fifteen years since I last held you in my arms. You've grown into such a fine lady, I'm so proud of you. That is why I killed your mother, it's time for you to come home. I've let you go all these years but now, it's time to return.