Kol Mikaelson Romane & Geschichten

And not only is Mikael the key, he's a kid. I move in an attempt to surf through a crowd, but Micah holds me back before I can move. This time, when I turn back to look at him, he's looking right at me. “What do you think you're about to do?” Is he serious? “This isn't the way to get the k—” “Why do you think the Kid was suspended for almost killing someone?” Micah interrupts before I can finish. What? “He’s a Lycan” he says. “Newly turned too.”

Damien raised one of his eyebrows as he asked, placing his left hand behind my neck. "Because Jake Hayes knows something about you," he continues, "Your weakness." Damien suddenly stopped talking as he looked down on the floor. "I've got no weakness," he says, with a stern look. "Except for my wifey's kisses, that is." "Hah.." I sighed in annoyance, as I rolled my eyes. My annoyed reaction was the same as Luca. Damien looked so serious, to the point I thought he'd say something touching, and dramatic. "Sir, you've gone insane.." Luca says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But I wasn't lying," he says, "Her kisses are my only weakness."

“She is a divine beauty. Then again, I doubt that Elton would have accepted being with her if not.” The mention of the bastard’s name, despite being dead, boiled my blood. I was about to respond when the driver stopped the car in front of a mansion. His eyes met Konstantin’s from the rear mirror. And when I looked outside, I saw him, Mikhail Leonov, the only heir of his father, waiting for us. “We are here, boss…”

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

Her eyes were popping out behind the defined smoky eyeliner she was wearing and her breathing became sharp. Was he aware of what he was doing? Nikolas’s face betrayed nothing, yet somehow, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a dozen degrees. I grimaced on the inside, knowing Nikolas Sica had fucked my getting into their good books. I wondered if this had been it all along. A glorious theatre act to drag me to hell. "Alva," Nikolas said, breaking the entrancement of being alone with my thoughts. "This is my mother, Lilika."

My daughter had a few tricks up her sleeve and I knew tomorrow, she would show it as well. "You always look amazing, that is the problem, I think that is why I end up with so many damn children." Mikaela whined as she opened the doors. I spun on my heel to look at her. Elijah was on her hip, a beautiful boy with beautifully black hair. The perfect imitation of his biological father. He was at the tender age of two, but looked four. Unlike Katharine, he had no traces of magic within him, just a natural born hybrid like myself.

“Rory.” He walks past, and I fall into step beside him. “Kayleigh’s father was killed by Marius’s army in an attack on their village, just north of the Borderlands,” he tells me as we navigate the gloomy corridors. “Her mother was taken—she’s presumed dead too. The humans burned the whole village. That girl, she barely escaped with her life. So, aye, she doesn’t like humans very much.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the grand ballroom. The air thrummed with the orchestrated buzz of an elite gathering, a symphony of champagne flutes clinking and the murmur of hushed conversations. She had infiltrated the soirée, a carefully crafted masquerade ball thrown by Castiel Mikaelson, the man who held the key to unlocking the secrets that plagued her family's legacy.

His fangs showed. It was Mike. But not as we remembered him. He was darker. Twisted. Changed. “You should’ve stayed dead, Rachael,” he said coldly. Kelvin stepped in front of me, growling. “You won’t touch her.” Mike smiled. “Oh, I won’t have to. She’ll come willingly. Once she learns the truth.” “What truth?” I asked. He laughed. “Your mother’s blood... will awaken your final form. And when it does, you’ll destroy everything.”