Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

I don’t approve of her choice, but it’s her life. “Sure you got everything?” I asked, hoping he’d change his mind. No matter how moody he was, Mikael was still an adorable little ball of energy. And Ramona was the purest angel. Sometimes I wonder if she was really Klaus’ offspring. “I survived taking care of Klaus,” Markus said, chuckling. “These two are an angel compared to him.” I bet they were. “Well, I’ll get back to the party.” Lies. I was threading the hallway towards the parking lot when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Vampires, witches, wolves he would reduce them all to ash. Klaus had been dangerous, yes. Klaus had been possessive, selfish, reckless. But this… this was something else entirely. Mael was worse. Far worse. He wasn’t fueled by love or jealousy or even madness. He was fueled by destruction, and destruction alone. I felt him tugging at the air, stretching it, clawing at the seams of reality. A portal. He was trying to open one, but I sensed the snag in his spell. He couldn’t rip it wide enough without something binding us together something we both shared.

****At Alpha Mikael's Mansion At Alpha Mikael's Mansion, the air buzzed with an unseen, ancient energy. Mikael Heaven Cassius tossed in his bed, his brow furrowed in restless sleep, trapped in a vivid dream that replayed the familiar clash between Michael and Lucifer. But tonight, the dream shifted into something deeper, more personal, a tugging sensation pulling at his very soul, telling him he somehow belonged there, within the chaos of celestial light and infernal darkness.