Kol Mikaelson の小説・ストーリー

Each of Jason's - and now Ash's - kin began setting up new ventures of their own, and the tunnel network became exceptionally useful, leading outwards like spokes towards isolated buildings not far from several local towns, and one directly to the basement of a building in the heart of Westport itself. Mikael used that one especially frequently, setting up a city office and apartment for himself and his ventures. One late evening, he returned, stepping into their main room, looking pale and shocked. Lukas and Cameron stood, exchanging a glance and looking concerned as he let himself fall heavily into one of the armchairs, staring straight ahead of himself. "Mik?" Lukas asked hesitantly, and

I said and I saw him frown. “What test subject? What do you mean?” he asked. “There is a living test subject that you can work with, maybe it might speed up your progress. It is someone who has already been exposed to the damn light!” I spoke. “You mean Camilla?” My body released a ruthless aura when I heard him, “don’t even think about it!” I said in a taciturn voice. “Who then?” “Marcus!” I uttered the name through gritted teeth. “You mean he has already been exposed to the modified UV light?”

"Boss?" "Have you heard of Mikel Heal?" "Who is that?" "So you have not?" "No." Alexis scoffed and adjusted in her seat. "Mikel Heal: team captain of the STTD team, solved over hundred cases since the age of 17 using his ghost hunt talents." "A ghost hunter?"

“I don’t know who is more stupid, you or your brother. You need to get her separate from the Alpha. If you want to be successful in getting her out of the borders. Set up another scout pack of rogues in the coming days and figure out a way to get her out undetected. I’ll have a car ready for transport when we move Alec.” Before I could hear Kyle’s response, I get a mind link from Jace. “I got a hit on the Familiar Match, but the files were encrypted. Someone went through a lot of effort to hide Kyles's family ties. It’ll take some time but this should give us answers.” The answer had to be in who he's related to why else would it be hidden?

I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "Can I see Grayson, please?" Malik looks stunned for a moment. "Right. Ah, he's in the Vengeance Pack right now. I'll let him know you're back." Finally, I follow Malik inside, who still is asking me relentless questions about where I've been the past five days. Honestly all I want to do is collapse my weak body into a bed, but I supplied Malik with the basics of my kidnapping. I left out details of the strange Huntsman named Cal from a Pack unknown. He told me to keep a secret, and at this time, I'm not jumping on the idea of selling him out. I mean, he's proved how good he is with a bow and arrow...

She said to him, throwing jeans and shirt on the bed for him to change into then pointed at the bathroom door behind him. Mika'il feels sick all over his body but manage to go take a bath remembering that his mother is dead, he has some memories with her. She was a lovely beautiful woman that takes care of everyone, she is a free soul, always happy and loving. He tried cracking his brain to remember and he did, he could see his family happily enjoying their time and he also know that he is a pilot, he knows that work too. What he is searching for is his first wife who apparently killed his mother, he can't believe he married a murderer. He should not even recall such horrendous memory, she d

“Daughter of Rafael Cordova, Alpha of the Cordova Pack that was destroyed by Daemon Haanshil twenty-six years ago during territorial expansion. She survived the massacre, went into hiding, and eventually met my son Michael.” Hart’s world tilted slightly. “Daemon Haanshil, Cole’s father?” “The same,” Marcus confirmed. “My son Michael was one of my hunters, trained since childhood to kill werewolves. He fell in love with Elena despite knowing what she was, and he betrayed everything I taught him to protect her. They ran, changed their names to Santino, tried to build a normal life.” “And you killed them for it,” Hart said.

Death was the only freedom she had left. Calista Caitlynn had been raised in an Omega family—the lowest of the low, the slaves and outcasts of the werewolf hierarchy. For as long as she could remember, her parents despised her. All their affection, warmth, and protection were reserved exclusively for her younger sister, Amanda.

Miaka asked with a smile. You can clean yourself off and follow us home, the elf replied inside her head. "Damn mind readers," she thought. He was bound to tell Kai what she thought of him. Of the three men, the blonde teen healer Milo - Kai the evil Alpha wolf - and finally Vrethie the beautiful elf king - She was most attracted to Kai.

“Bit him?” “Marcus isn’t just a leader,” Molu explained, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s a werewolf. A powerful one. His bite is venomous. It strips us of our powers, turning us into… this.” He gestured to the old man, who moaned softly in pain. Adrian stood beside me, his face pale. “This is… insane.”