Mikaelson Novels & Stories

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• 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.

"I'll be needing your services very soon," Lorenzo answered putting one foot above the other, "There is a man that possesses dangerous information that could potentially hurt my family, I'll need you to erase his memories," "I'm guessing this mysterious man is Michaelson?," She squinted her gaze already solving the puzzle. Lorenzo couldn't go on with his plans to kill Michaelson because of his daughter Cassie, "I didn't know that stone colded heart of yours was capable of such mercy,"

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.

scoffed at the idea. “Your students are weak,” Marcus sneered, his deep voice echoing in the grand hall. “We’ll handle this ourselves. Stay out of our way.” Katie’s calm demeanor cracked for a moment, but she didn’t respond. Logan, however, couldn’t hold back. “We’ve already survived the Reflection Game once. What makes you think we need your help?” Marcus’s students, clad in dark cloaks embroidered with obsidian patterns, glared at Logan and his friends. Among them, a tall, arrogant boy with piercing silver eyes stepped forward. His name was Damon Crowe, Obsidian Crescent’s top student and self-proclaimed prodigy.

“Berenice is here.” I’m certain Benny didn’t tell anyone about us. If she did, I wouldn’t be standing here, breathing and dreading seeing her again. I’d be six feet under, or worse, burning in the hellfire of his father or Klaus’ anger. “How is she?” The question was out of my lips before I realized it. Markus kept his eyes on Mikael, his large hand ready to catch the child as he slowly took a sitting position. Mikael is the little version of Klaus, green eyes and dark curls, and also inherited his grumpy mood. He started grunting when he couldn’t get a hold of the biggest owl dangling from the center of the overhead gym.

There is something dark and ominous about them. "Hello, daughter. " Alec's voice made my jaw clench tight. "I hope you don't mind, but I've brought some friends to help celebrate the full moon tonight." He first motions to the unfamiliar man, "Elias is a guard I met while falsely imprisoned for delivering you your punishments. He is a hybrid, werewolf, and warlock. His powers may have been bound by the Grand Coven, but luckily his mother, Cordelia, was happy to help my cause."

Ezra, who was sitting beside me, got up from his chair and extended a hand to the Lycan, shaking it. “I believe that you of all people should be aware of my support for Mikhail.” Ezra answered, raising an eyebrow at Killian. “The main question is why are YOU here? I believe that you are a rival?” “Yes, I was a rival to Mikhail’s father, but that does not mean that I have to be toward his son. You know, a family rival can end somewhere, and I choose for it to end with his father.” Killian said, looking at Mikhail who frowned at the sight of the Lycan. Ezra put his hand on his chest, pushing him back.

the person on the other side finished before ending the call "Machelin Kales you can't just come and destroy what took me years to build, Kelvin can only be mine anyone who gets in my way gets eliminated no matter who" the person muttered with a smirk before leaving

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.