Mikaelson Family Tree Novels & Stories

I waved a hand at the books and the family tree on the table. “What’s this? Oh, the royal lineage. My goddess, this is old. It stops with your father’s generation.” Her gaze grew pensive as she examined it, her fingers gently tracing the branches. “Who is Michael? Do I have an uncle?” Her lips pressed together. “You did. Michael was your father’s older brother. Unfortunately, he died sixty years ago. There was…well, not quite a war, but not quite a skirmish, either. The vampires and some rogue wolves paired up, attempting to overthrow the crown. He was killed in that battle, and your father’s coronation was not long after that. It broke your grandparents’ hearts to lose him.”

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?”

But even if he had known, Luca still believed it wouldn't have been enough power for Leo to truly win against Lorenzo. No, Luca thought, Lorenzo must have allowed himself to lose the fight. And the reason for that willing surrender? Luca’s eyes slid over to Cassie. He recognized her immediately. She was the daughter of a man named Michaelson, whom Luca had met many years ago when he had been sent to find Leonardo, who had run away from home as a boy. It had only been very recently that Luca learned the full truth, Michaelson was not just any man, but a hunter who belonged to the formidable Hellsing family.

"The symbol belongs to a bloodline that was believed to have vanished generations ago." My heart pounded. "What bloodline?" Maelis leaned forward, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. "The Aurelian line. They are the descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. They were the oldest Alpha family in existence." I shook my head. "That's impossible, I am an orphan. Nobody ever came for me, nobody has ever claimed me." "Because someone made sure they couldn't." Maelis reached out and took my hand. Her fingers were warm and steady. "Your wolf, Auren. When did she stop responding?"

The Vale family tree, documented in the kind of obsessive detail that old noble houses kept for bloodline verification purposes. At the top of the current generation—Year 847's generation—a name he recognized: Oswin Vale, Master Healer. And beside him, a wife: *Mira.* And their children, several of them— And at the bottom, added in different handwriting, smaller and more recent: *Lyra.* With a date of birth and a single notation beside it: *Location: Unknown. Status: Protected.* Someone had added Lyra to the family tree after the fact. After the massacre. Had found this document—or had a copy of it—and added her. Updated it.

Then, he slowly spoke, "Dr. Finn's senior is Micah Stadler. Because he was born with a mood disorder, his parents took him abroad to receive treatment from a psychiatrist when he was very young. Then, he was accepted as a disciple by the master hypnotist, Jason." Julien pursed his thin lips. "Go on." "The year Micah turned ten, his parents both died in a car accident, leaving behind a brother three years younger than him—Quincy. Quincy Stadler is the most important person Micah was referring to. He was also Lyra's ex-boyfriend." Zach looked at him. Julien narrowed his eyes. "Her ex-boyfriend?"

Nine out of ten times, Michael found only empty halls and echoing footsteps. The one who seemed to notice-and sometimes tolerate-his persistence was Elias Frost, the Frost Family's sharp-tongued young patriarch. Their families shared business dealings, though Michael, a long-lost illegitimate son returning from a distant pack, had no real place in those circles. Elias had heard rumors about him, of course, but no business had ever required their interaction-until now.

Jeff said and Elizabeth sighed. “Well, I found a way you can get back at Brandon and his company, but first of all, you would have to ask your mother to tell you the truth about your father,” Elizabeth said and Jeff stared at her confused. “What are you talking about? My father is Christopher Mikealson and he died years ago in a car accident, so what am I missing out on?” Jeff asked looking confused “What if I tell you Christopher was never your father,” Elizabeth said and Jeff chuckled and stood up.

was what he’d said. Elaina’s heart beat faster as she watched the love story unfold, saw Nyktimos’s ultimate mistake, and felt his broken heart as if it were her own. She read about the sons who had been born to him through his wife before she’d taken her own life and how those sons had sons, continuing the pure bloodline until it came to Alec Trekas and his three sons: Cabe, Edwards, and Ryer. “Hey there, bookworm, you’ve been in here all day. I left you some dinner in the microwave, since I’m sure you’re beyond starved right now.”

From there she can see that they are probably not in good terms. “I should be careful of them.” Evelyn thinks to herself. She continues to research on the family, Michael’s father the first son of the family died in an accident when he was just 15 years old. Since then, the burden of the whole family has been on Michael’s shoulder. His uncle must be angry to know that instead of him taking over the family, the succession was passed to his brother’s teenage son. “That must be why they are not in good terms.” She thinks to herself.