Kol Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Kate groaned in anger. “Wow, a doctor and a hacker too. This guy must be a real genius.” Mr. Gray looks truly impressed by it. “No, no. It feels too imaginary for the killer to be both a doctor and a hacker. I think he has an accomplice.” Stefan said, hearing Mr. Gray’s remarks. “Anyways, what about the kidnapping? Did you find out how he kidnapped his victims?” Mr. Anderson asked Kate who was now opening another file on the PC. “The last scene where all the victims were seen was inside some high-class bar in the VIP room. Apparently, there is no camera inside the VIP rooms.” Kate calmly explained.

Because standing at the doorway is not the untrustworthy boy wearing shadowy clothes ready to give me all the information I need. Instead, it’s my worst nightmare in the form of an alluring immortal. I recognize him immediately as Sinful, the immortal who warned me to stay away from Kael. And now here I am, sitting over his unconscious body. He sweeps into the room, all otherworldly poise and grace. Shadows creep behind him, disappearing and forming like fragile mist. Oh great.

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

He went around to shake hands with the Alphas near the entrance before he stood beside Cyrus, my cousin and future Alpha of the Blue Meadows Pack, and together they watched the door for the next entrance. "Announcing the arrival of the Alpha and Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, Alpha Aeon Joseph Mikaelson and Luna Alexa Lorraine Robinson Mikaelson." The crowd welcomed Amara’s parents, and together with them, I clapped my hands again. "Announcing the arrival of Young Alpha Alonso Mikaelson of the Blood Moon Pack, together with Lady Davina Rose Montrell of the Black Shadow Pack."."

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the

"Who is Kollin, where is your bride, and when will she be here?" "Right now, she is with Ian, Mora, and most of my regimen on their way here. I expect them to arrive in a couple weeks," Mikail paused, "I am sure you have heard who trained Retribution in the ... um ... art ... of assassination?" "Yes. Who hasn’t?" "Well, that would be Kollin: Her father – to everyone who doesn’t know the truth and more than that to those of us who do. Now, you know everything. Sylvia is Retribution, was Victor, and is everything I did not know I needed to complete my life."

And that night—while the rest of the student body grieved, gossiped, or simply tried to sleep—House Six moved in the shadows. They had no moment of silence. They had orders. Their mission was clear: find Mikael’s son. They scoured the new arrival records. Broke into the admissions office with gloved hands and stolen keycards. Hacked systems, interviewed staff, pulled security feeds. They moved with cold precision, each member trained in their own ruthless way. By midnight, they had found nothing. No trace of the boy. Nothing except: Mikael had once been a Godfather of Thornecrest. His donations filled half the library and funded scholarships for underprivileged youth. A man with a vision, th

But then his red eyes darkened, his lips pulling back into a snarl. "Fight her?" he whispered. "Why would I fight when I’ve already won? Now excuse me while I attend to my mate.” Without another word, Mason turned and stalked toward the door, leaving Micah helpless, bound and broken. Micah struggled, desperate to stop him, but the collar around his neck tightened, sending searing pain through his body. He could do nothing but watch as his brother disappeared into the shadows, lost to Melania’s control. *** Mason followed the haunting voice through the winding corridors until he reached his room. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, expecting Xenia. But instead, standing near the bed

Did Damien decide that because he didn't want to endanger the safety of the others? Or because of something else? Then, why would he tell about his plan to defeat Elder Lich in the first place? Nobody knows about it. From the start, Mikaela's feeling was not good. However, there was another feeling that stuck. It wasn't a feeling of worry. Then, what is it? Wait. Is Michelle feeling jealous about something? This feeling was the same feeling when Alexis explained to Michelle what would happen to Ginny before she was forcibly adopted to become a noble class vampire for the Trinity Kingdom.