Kol Mikaelson Novels & Stories

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.

Her mother had been found frozen and black all over, like someone struck by lightning, with a premature-born Mia next to her in the woods, behind her father's house. If it wasn't for some kind pack healers who had picked her up from where she lay on the ground, Mia would have joined her mother too in the great beyond. "This mating can't happen, I'm sorry." Turning to the members representing the werewolf council, Justin bowed halfway in apologies and stormed off, members of his pack who had followed him to bear witness to the ceremony following closely behind him. Mia stood at the center of the pack meeting point, still reeling in shock, her mind trying to catch up with what just happened.

Her dark hair was pinned up in flawless curls, her sunglasses slid down her nose as she surveyed the place with commanding grace. Behind her, a tall, broad-shouldered man with streaks of silver in his dark hair stepped out, Ethan, her husband. And following them, a lanky teenager with messy hair and a defiant expression hopped down from the car and slammed the door shut. It was Elena. Klaus and Kai’s older sister. The firstborn of the Mikaelson bloodline. “Elena?” Kai blinked, surprise softening his face as he moved forward quickly. “Sis, you came home!” he said, pulling her into a warm hug. “What brought you back after all this time?”

Mike cursed at Kenneth, who had disappeared from his sight. "What's wrong with you two!" The baritone voice came from the door; Mike turned to stare at the voice he recognized. His father's cold, expressionless face looked scarier than a lion. The sound of Zaverio Christopher's loafers is like a death chant for the whole house. The mansion's owner has returned home, and Zaverio's eyes stare intently at his son. Mikequel Christopher's blood is so thick that Zaverio is 80% sure that Mike's character and behavior are descended from him.

Then Elijah went all mental and bit me. I really wanted and needed Kol to be here. — “Ah, miss Mikaelson, you're still awake…” He looks around the room to see a lot of worried family members and friends of mine. “Are you okay with me discussing your health and treatment with people in the room?” An older man asked. “Can you guys step out for a minute? Hazel c-could you please stay?” Everyone nodded and left, Hazel just smiled and nodded. She got up and came closer.

“Berenice is here.” I’m certain Benny didn’t tell anyone about us. If she did, I wouldn’t be standing here, breathing and dreading seeing her again. I’d be six feet under, or worse, burning in the hellfire of his father or Klaus’ anger. “How is she?” The question was out of my lips before I realized it. Markus kept his eyes on Mikael, his large hand ready to catch the child as he slowly took a sitting position. Mikael is the little version of Klaus, green eyes and dark curls, and also inherited his grumpy mood. He started grunting when he couldn’t get a hold of the biggest owl dangling from the center of the overhead gym.