Kol Mikaelson Novels & Stories

****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.

“Hello?” A deep male voice spoke. Cold. Controlled. Familiar in a way that made my breath catch. “Dr Westmore.” My fingers tightened around the phone. “Yes… who is this?” “You’ve already met my daughter.” “…What?” My blood ran cold. Before I could say anything else, he added coldly. “This is Alpha Damian Mikaelson.” The world stopped, I felt a chill ran down my spine. And before I could respond, he added, “I expect you at the hospital tomorrow morning.”

Jackson’s words touched no fiber of empathy in Jacob, his gun was still pointed at Jackson. “Don’t stop me.” He remarked again before dropping the gun and hissing coldly. Jackson watched as his brother drove out of the mansion, with a heavy sigh, he quickly climbed into his car and went after him. In the main house of the Mikelsons, Rose was resting in her room after her usual spa, and Jared Luciano Mikelson was with his watchdog and assistant. The tall, black man was huge and cold-hearted. He was man was his pistol, his executor, and the only person that the older Mikelson trusted with his life.

Michael said, smirking. I don’t know how old he indeed was, but you could see he was handsome. He wasn’t just a simple man or a warlock. The bastard was of royalty and also a hybrid. “What did I do?” I asked, feeling dejected suddenly. “What didn’t you do… You destroy your reception party, you fought with everyone, your monster took control of you, and you reveal the truths,” Michael said. Looking down at my feet, I see I’m still in my dress, or what’s left of it. Tears started rolling down. I still can’t believe Vladimir is Neculai’s son. A sudden sob escaped my mouth. I felt disgusted.

Mikaelson Eve please understand that you further prove my point, that prideful organ brewing beneath your breast beats with no submission for your husband- and for this your future daughters will not be quiet gentle- but some will be loud as nagging crows scavenging on the dead earlobes of men- their bodies sculpted for Gods glory will become lures enticing our sons to sin- and they will – these, women your offspring will hand there soul over to men who our not there God- they’ll kneel for value at the altar of mans approval but that worship will not make then whole nor holy. Both: Do you see what you’ve done. You’ve made this about you by blaming me. We are both sin wrapped in flesh Both br

He was really handsome, if Elena hadn't seen his evil side, she might have had a different view of this man. - Have you looked at me enough? Elena was startled by a sudden cold voice. She woke up from a dream. Mikey is still hard at work typing on the computer keyboard, his head hasn't even lifted… how does he know she's looking at him, does he have magic eyes on the top of his head? Elena grimaced in embarrassment and said defiantly: - I'm waiting for you to finish work, but when do I look at you? Mikey nonchalantly replied:

No wonder she’s comfortable with Elecxxon; it's because they are blood-related. She sighed and quickly called for Chief Mikael Louise Winston, the police she had approached to find her sister. "Good morning, chief, is there any news for my sister?" She asked immediately. Chief Mikael was half Filipino and half American. He’s handsome and hot, he has a lot of admirers, and he uses his beautiful face to fool women and play with their hearts and pussy. That’s why he’s not her type however, he’s a skilled investigator and a good policeman.

It made me squirm nervously. "Not Landon. His name is Cyrus," I correct her dryly. Her face falls. "Oh...but you and Landon though. He's going to get so much hotter tonight," she stated. I rolled my eyes. She knows what I'm like, how I prefer I personality over looks. The party was supposed to start after midnight, so Landon could shift in the privacy of his home with the support of his family. He tried to convince me to come along, but his father thinks very little of me. And after midnight parties are practically normal for us Werewolves.

David growled. I sighed. Too much testosterone. “Logan couldn’t have sent a female to guard,” I grumbled. Mikali chuckled. “Our apologies, Luna,” he bowed, elbowing David. “David here was selected for his badge and the gift his wolf has. Though I suppose he could have sent his cousin Kathy. She has the same gift,” Mikali shrugged. “Kathy’s been acting weird lately. Secretive. He wouldn’t pick her. And he certainly wouldn’t pick any unmated females,” David sighed. “Why wouldn’t he want to pick an unmated female?” I frowned.

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.