Kol Mikaelson Novels & Stories

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the holy stone.

“Please tell me that you are not referring to Sienna as your daughter.” “Do you see Sienna being a sharp wolf? As far as I'm concerned, she's nothing but an Omega. A smart and strong one I will admit, but that is all.” I said, staring down at the picture of the woman that I once loved before putting it away. “But yes, you do have a sister just as much as she does.” I turned toward her, the wicked smile stretching across my face. “She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.”

They glistened beneath his dark hair, reflecting the moon's light, cutting straight through me. For a split second, it was as if he wasn’t standing in front of me, but inside my mind. As if he was ripping my insides apart. Then came the voice. Low. Deep. Echoing. “He only got in the way, Mikaela White,” He paused, his voice becoming deeper on his next words. “You squatted and hid, just like you did with Kevin for five years.” My breath hitched. The corner of his lips curled into the most devilish smirk. Unreadable. Too dead to be read. Too cold to be real.

I finished without bothering to conceal the scepticism in my tone. Michael didn’t immediately respond to this. Instead, he leaned back into his seat and his eyelids fluttered as he inhaled deeply. Then he let out a rattling breath. “Yes, everyone except me,” he finally conceded. “And I am only able to do so because of Layla’s birth mother Elaine Holloway; daughter of Malcolm Holloway, Alpha to the Crimson Shadows.” Despite the chill I felt go down my spine at the latest revelation, I found myself shaking my head.

I turned around and pressed my back against the cold steel door, ready to fight whatever horror was waiting for me in the darkness. Footsteps approached, unhurried, rhythmic, and terrifyingly calm. The white cloud of flour slowly settled from the air, revealing Mikael standing at the end of the narrow hallway. He looked completely absurd, yet infinitely more dangerous. Fine white powder coated his dark wool coat and dusted his broad shoulders, framing his stark, angular features like a statue carved from marble and ash. But his ice-grey eyes were clear, burning with a dark, intense amusement that made my blood run cold.

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?”

“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?

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.

“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.”