Kol Mikaelson Novels & Stories

I stroked her head and said patiently, "Honey, studying here is not suitable for you. You are so much smarter than the kids here." She beamed and reluctantly got out of the car. But the second she saw Araceli, she opened the door and raced over to her. "Araceli! Valeria!" She shouted, waving at them happily. I frowned slightly, wondering why she liked them so much. I pulled out my phone and dialed Micah. "Daddy, what's wrong?" The call was quickly answered, and Micah's calm voice came through the receiver. Many people in the Royal Pack said that Micah was as calm and collected as I was, and he was born to become Lycan King.

“So, Simon is the only one who knows how your father dies? He is the personality that wants to forget that part?” Mia looked into space. “We think both personalities know how he died. One is trying to forget it; one is trying to kill whoever it was that did it.” “Michael?” Zoe asked and Mia nodded her head. “Michael. He is the violent one. He sees everyone as a threat and can be very dangerous. He is the one who wants to kill whoever had a hand in my father’s death.” Wow. “Anytime he comes out and stays for more than ten minutes, he disappears and we do not see him again until Avery takes over. Michael is the personality you should avoid.” Mia said.

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE MALAKAI * * He doesn't take me to the hospital or any doctor. We arrive at his house, and my whole body prickles with alarm. "Why are we here?" "Our honeymoon, what do you think?" Pierce shoves me inside and pulls me against the couch; groaning low in his throat, he inclines his head and captures my mouth in a soul-snatching kiss. Our breaths rush out of us as our lips mesh together. It's a conditioned instinct, I start to lose myself in the kiss.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• 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.”

He struggled to breathe, Knight had beaten him to stupor already. “You won't talk? Then I'll tell him.” Knight let go of his hair and faced Noah, clearing his throat. “Mikael is the owner of that phone. When I approached him, he told me that he just happened to have the same model. I didn't believe him, so I dug deeper.” He paused, but Noah's eyes flickered with doubt. “I followed him everywhere, he was always at the scene of all the crimes, including the day of your father's death, he has been working for Don Romero for a long time.”

Their chatter slowly faded away and I turned to hear Mikael’s long suffering sigh. “You must have had an exhausting day with them. They can be a handful,” Mikael remarked to which I rolled my eyes openly at. “Is that all you have to say? I know how to handle my children thank you very much, Don Serrano.” “Alicia. Don’t,” Mikael’s voice went firm and I knew he had something in his mind then. “Did she come to see you?” “You mean your lover? The assassin, Cleo, right?” “Alicia, she and I-“ he seemed too eager to explain himself, but I wasn’t about to hear it.

King Michael is the twin brother of King Cayden, and they have been through a lot together, both have entities that are born attached to each of them, one is Light Fae and the other is Dark Fae. After multiple life-changing events, Michael became cold and ruthless, he only has a soft heart for his family. He became the head of a secret assassin group who are paid to take random scums out. Over time Michael met his mate, fell in love, and started a family but what happens when the ghost of his past returns for revenge?

Michael He let his wolf take over and shifted. Mike ran until it was completely dark outside and he lost track of the hours and minutes that had passed by. Of all the ways things could go wrong, they had failed in the worst. Flynn was dead. Killian knew he was undercover. Besides that, Killian had most likely seen his wolf once Mike shifted. “And here I was, thinking I wanted to show him my wolf one day.” “Not like this. And yet…” It was only going to get worse from here on and Mike felt powerless.

I can tell he wants to talk, but I know he doesn’t want to with Marcus and Jason there. “It’s fine Dimitri,” I tell him. He nods at me and sits down. He explains almost everything to them and then tells us what he found out. We also found out about Mykayla’s mom. She wasn’t just human. She had a mix of fae blood in her and was also a direct descendant of Ares. Yes, the god and Mykenzie and Kylani’s cousin. No one was sure who her mother’s parents were, but Dimitri was still trying to find out with the help of some of the other gods. They were not happy to find out that someone was still trying to cause issues. This got me thinking about something that he told us a while ago.