Mikaelson Brothers Novels & Stories

Should I listen to my heart and trust my brothers that they won't ever hurt me and love me with all their Heart Or should I listen to my brain who is continuously telling me that my brothers are bad persons and they will hurt me like my mom dad and I don't know what to do I don't know what's wrong and what's right . There's millions thought in my head I cried for sometime sitting in the music room and then when I was going toward's my room. I realized my brothers were back and they all were sitting in the living room and I quietly went to my room so that they don't notice me. But while going to my room I heard lilttle of their talk. "don't worry we have eyes on here. She cannot do anything."

Instead of listening to nonsensical conversations between his parents and their new daughter, it was better for him to ride with Lionel—one of his bodyguards. *** Mikael had thought that riding in the backyard of the William family’s mansion would keep him out of the drama with Claire and her parents, but he was wrong. Because now he can’t ride quietly after his parents left Claire to him because they have to go to Arizona to visit Michael. From the telephone conversation that Mikael had heard, they said there was a problem in Michael’s treatment process. Actually, Mikael doesn’t really care about what happened to his twin brother. After all, they are not like twins who always play and go to

Akihito pointed his gaze to the two older siblings that came along to watch over their respective younger siblings. "Hello there, I'm Isis, Mai's older sister." Isis gracefully introduced herself, only to be blocked by Micheal, who appeared before her, glaring at the two boys. "I'm Maira's older brother, and if you ever think of harming her or making her cry, I will end you," threatened Micheal, feeling an urge of distrust towards these two boys, a feeling which he would only understand sometime in the far future. Where he would later blame himself for not disposing of the sister-stealing pest when he had the chance.

She gazed directly at him, breathing shallowly and quickly. "Your older brother does not exist, Michael. There is no trace of Gabriel Mezzaluna in any location that you might have ever lived in. He never had any sort of employment, nor carried out any work for any individual to get you to attend school. There are no family members or parents associated with you or him, simply because he never existed, and so do you. It was as if at the time he passed away, every trace that he had of every being alive, along with yours, were erased as if you never existed."

I questioned as I furrowed my eyebrows this time around. "Jayson Holmes made his way to New Kingston, it's been almost a week. And then, Collins Morgan made his appearance too. And who is next?" He shrugged as he asked rhetorically as he grinned. "Nikolaos and his brothers, the original bloodline of the moon brotherhood." He finally said, letting the cat out of the bag.

Micah's explanation made me able to breathe again. It was like waking up from a daze. Like this past week was muddy and obscured by thin curtains. The death of Muesla, the brothers looking out for me in ways I was still trying to comprehend because I thought the brothers didn't care much for me, Adrian not having sex with his women, striking a deal with Dagon... So much has happened and I only knew tiny particles of everything.

“So Raul was right. Every secret, every shadow—it’s you.” “It was me,” I corrected, forcing myself to stand. “I left it behind. My family left. We cut ties, burned bridges and never looked back.” She turned sharply. “And the kids? Where do they fit in this?” That’s when my chest caved in. I’d promised Klaus I wouldn’t, but the truth was already unraveling, bleeding out of me like it wanted freedom. “Rebel… Michael and Mex aren’t just smart. They’re the highest-ranking hackers on the dark web. Weapon masters. They’ve been training behind our backs, building networks. Last night when Klaus brought them home—” I shook my head. “Rebel, they killed an entire gang from laptops in their backpacks.”

Michael looked into Aiden’s eyes and he knew there’s something more than Aiden knows but he is not saying it. “Hey guys, I’ve heard about Cassandra’s health, is she alright now?” The owner of the voice was Eren Santorum, Michael’s elder brother. Everyone looked at him as he came to them with worry on his face. “Yeah, she is fine now.” Michael got up from his seat and hugged Eren, a bro’s hug then he turned to face everyone to make an introduction. “He’s my elder brother Eren Santorum and he owns a music label. And Eren these are Cassandra's brothers. The eldest Aiden Williams and he is a doctor. The second in the line is Izan Williams and you already know him, and this is Aaron Williams and

To hear it now, in this poisoning green basin, felt like a deliberate puncture into her past. The stranger in the silver cloth didn't move from the shadow of the drainage vent. Their single, effortless grip on the lead wagon's axle held the multi-ton carriage completely stationary, preventing thirty outcast children from rolling backward into the churning gears of the primary ventilation fan. The unpolished moonstone mask they wore reflected the dull, flashing red alarms of the collapsing ceiling. The double-headed crest carved into the forehead of the mask was a piece of forbidden history. It was the mark of the House of Mikaelson before the high outcast rebellion—the original executioner l

he growled. Carson scoffed. "You think I care about your little antics with your PA? That’s your business—and your wife’s, if she finds out." Mikel’s anger softened. He looked afraid the matter would blow up and damage his reputation. If his wife heard about it, she’d probably nag him forever. "What’s your business with the K Brothers Creed?" Mikel, who had just begun to relax, suddenly fell back into his chair. Horror flickered across his face. How did he find out about this too? He was beyond shocked. All this while, he thought his cover was solid.