Klaus Mikaelson Daughter Novels & Stories

The door banged to her face. My phone pinged and I fished it out from my pocket. We’ve found Angela, but there is something you must know. Angela has a three years old daughter named Mckenzie. I think she moved on boss man. What are your orders? - Lucas

Emery My dad stammered, “What— What are you talking about? Daughter? My daughter died along with my wife more than 15 years ago. Where are you getting your nonsensical thinking from, Klaus?” Klaus chuckled, “Oh come on now, Crassus. Don’t regard me as a liar. I heard it come from your own mouths. About how this young woman right here called you dad when you went and visited the council room about four years ago. I wouldn’t dare share my suspicions without any confirmation and evidence. So, I did some digging around. And I must say, you did such a great job hiding this matter from the council, Crassus. But, I think I did a better job finding out the truth.”

This gives her brother Leonard the opportunity to continue narrating about his findings and discovery about Paul and his mother. “First of all, information on him and his family was hard to find, as if the council was hiding it up. Paul Michaels is the only son of Claudia Michaels. Does the name ring a bell?” Leonard asks, catching everyone's attention and I can see the collective shock written on most of our faces. I don't really understand it but there seems to be a story behind it all. “Claudia Michaels? Daughter of Peterson Michaels?!” Arnold exclaims in shock. Who?

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!”

I had been a ghost in that house for years. "Well, I know enough," Klaus said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, guttural register. "I know that the girl you wanted me to kill—the one you called a 'stray'—is your daughter. I know that you’ve run out of options because you never actually knew Daniel or his entire family. You just knew what that man allowed you to know. That’s how stupid you are." He stood up slowly, walking around the massive mahogany desk until the smell of stale tobacco and expensive cologne was overwhelming. He towered over me, his presence suffocating.

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.

How did I not notice the resemblance right away? "Fremantle is Kayden Michaelson's daughter." The sound of Liam's cutlery hitting the table made them turn abruptly. Hate coursed through my veins. You can't hide, Kayden Michaelson. You will pay for ruining my family. I looked over to his children and thought, you will surely pay.

"Trade objective detected: parental approval was not achieved. "Under the principle of fair trade, one-sided payment did not receive the promised return. Self-destruction protocol initiated. "Original host, Mia Lawson: confirmed deceased." Mom screamed. "What do you mean, dead?" "Give my Mia back! Give her back to me!" Dad lay paralyzed on the floor, pupils blown wide, strange sounds catching in his throat. Ava stumbled to my desk and shook "my" shoulders with all her strength. "Mia! Come back! Come back!