Romans & histoires Mikaelson

It was the proof that the DNA test turned out to be false. There were no flaws there because it checked the lineages to the point of seeing the magical traits. All of a sudden the water turned very green. That made everyone start talking, and Theo cursed. “I'm going to make his life miserable,” Theo whispered, and I restrained myself from roaring. My father looked annoyed, as did my mother. “This young woman is a full-blooded Mikaelson,” my father said. “She has a very strong bond with her father, and for that, she should be recognized as such.”

Micah Collin twenty eight years old, CEO of Mitech and CEO of codds Architectural Enterprise, slim, tall and muscular, his hair black and packed into a bun, green eyes and a scar at the side of his ear. Hot, sexy and handsome Micah is the eldest of his friends Zone, he, Xander and James are best friend which infuriated him to know his best friend told his best person in the world to die. "I'll fucking kill you myself'Micah cursed, the driver drove speeding towards him Micah anger rose again as he got into the car. "I'll still have your head cut off jakub, Trace Sasha cellphone, find out where she is, and you to the Mack securities"Micah yelled.

And even if this will be my last resort to keep what we are until the end despite this selfishness of mine, who would blame me? Mikael got out of the dorm. He looks so messy that made my eyebrows rise. Is this the renowned son of Principal del Fuego that I just met earlier? The one who is also famous for being so handsome and one of the heartthrobs from his previous school? He looks so out of that description though. He looks like a human form of sticky rice we used to eat in a snack that is being coated with a lot of rice flour. His face is filled with face powder that is not being fixed. Is he doing this foolishness on purpose? Khrystyanna approached him and fixed his necktie and his messy

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.

Zoe Greyson sat behind his desk tapping away on his computer. He barely looked up when I entered the room stepping carefully around the stupid Turkish rug. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" "Yes," he said finally taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. His eyes widened, he leaned back in his chair, clearing his throat. "I see Mabel managed to sort your image." His tongue flicked out, dampening his soft lips. "Yes, Sir," I said taking the seat opposite him.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

Elena screamed, her voice tearing her throat as she threw herself toward the edge of the pit. On the other side of the melting obsidian wall, the barrier finally shattered. Klaus Mikaelson stepped through the smoke, his massive Lycanframe completely transformed into the Weaver's supreme engine of extinction. His black-rimmed eyes were fixed entirely on her face, and he didn't hesitate. He lunged across the collapsing chamber, his massive iron claws outstretched to catch her throat just as the ceiling above them dropped a secondary avalanche of dark stone that sealed the entire shaft in absolute, suffocating darkness.

She just outshined every woman in the state of Montana. “Who are you?” His question was meant to be gentle but they came out as an angry ogre. She laughed at his question. The first chord of that sweet laugh was now trapped in Killian’s mind and heart. Slowly she stood up and walked towards him. She was within four steps of him and her scent was intoxicating. It was vanilla and a fruit he has yet to identify. Up close she was perfection in his eyes. Unconsciously he stepped forward wanting to be close to her for some reason. The pain, the memories none of it was on his mind. His sole focus was on her. “Name’s Mikel Rysdale. You can call me Mik for short.”

But what he said sounded real. As the wind picked up around them, Valerian gave a parting nod. “Be careful, Alexandro. This world is changing. The rules we’ve known no longer hold.” With that, he turned and walked away, his crimson robe billowing behind him. Alexandro stood in silence long after Valerian left. A new name. A new threat. Maeron. He repeated the name in his mind like a curse. If that was who had Serena… he’d burn every corner of the world to find him.