Mikaelson Novels & Stories

I silently hoped he’d forgotten to tell his driver to take me home. Mr. Alonzo’s smile was cold. “Don’t worry, Hazel. We’re just taking a little detour.” Panic flared in my chest. “I don’t want to go anywhere else. Please, just take me home.” He ignored me, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. My heart raced. I knew she had to do something, but what? Suddenly, a car pulled up alongside us, honking loudly. My eyes widened as I recognized the driver—Markos. He signaled for Mr. Alonzo to pull over. The limousine came to a reluctant stop, and Markos stepped out, his expression dark with anger.

"There is nothing on this Helle person or being anywhere" Sasha groaned while Lydia chewed her pencil in frustration clearly thinking the same thing. "My family and their fucking secrets" Scarlette muttered her own frustrations. "I'm sorry I cannot help with this matter, I don't even know if I existed at that time already or not. " Gabriel stated while Mikael got up and vamped over into Gabriel's apartment presumably for a bag of blood. The werewolf Alpha King was the only one quietly still deep-diving the internet.

Malachai added, voice suddenly light, “after all these years, we finally have a lead.” Joy arched an eyebrow. “Which is?” Rafael glanced at Luca. A silent exchange passed between them—ancient, loaded. Then Rafael said: “Mikael Reiner.” The name fell like ice into a warm room. Everyone knew it. Mikael Reiner. The enemy. The rival. The ghost. He had been their fathers’ greatest threat—once. A brilliant man with ideas too dangerous to tolerate. A man who had vanished from the world stage, dragging secrets with him.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

I stop, here I am fixing to accept my second chance mate without even knowing her name. "Melody Nikolaevich."She smiles, squeezing my hand. "I, Kylo Mikealson, accept you, Melody Nikolaevich, as my mate. I promise to cherish and honor our bond. And I promise to accept you as you are no matter what." I say with my whole chest. I have never meant something more than I have meant this. She smiles, her heart beating fast, and her arousal quickly dampening her panties.

a voice answered on the first ring. "Malcom Hale," I said. My voice was steady, but it was no longer human. It was the voice of the monster they had created. "And Matteo Deveraux." "Protocol?" "Burn them," I whispered, looking at the blood on my hands. "Burn it all. I want nothing left." --------------------------------------

‘Come in. It was Agent Archer Michaelson, a sturdy man with a quiet demeanor, Flynn’s profiler. ‘What have you got Mikes?’ Flynn asked staring at the bunch of papers in Michaelson’s grip. ‘We don’t have much on the man. Apart from the house which is registered under his name Kennedy Macaulay, he has no other listings under his name. I realized soon enough that it might just be a pseudonym. So, I ran a facial recognition test on his picture and as expected, I found a match. A ninety nine percent match.’ The agent demurely walked to the table and spread the papers. Flynn and Sheriff Emmett moved closer to inspect the documents.

Mikaelson looked at her and spoke in a somewhat brusque and graceless tone, sniffling through his nose. "What do you want?" Katherina replied, "I want to know why you're crying." "That's none of your business," he coughed, interrupting himself and standing up from where he was sitting. He continued speaking, "My dog Tessa is very sick." His voice broke in such a way that Belinda couldn't help but feel sorry for him and her heart broke seeing him like that. "She'll die, that's what they say. I think, maybe... I think she'll just... leave me alone." He mumbled, lowering his gaze and covering his face with sobs. "She'll leave me alone," he said, looking directly

"Stay out of this, Athena! He was going to kill me!" "What? Lorenzo is that true?" "No! I wouldn't do that! You have to believe me! He just suddenly went crazy!" Lorenzo cried. Ignoring the heat waves Mikael's powers were radiating, I ran into his arms and crashed my lips against his. He froze and the temperature of the room dropped. "It's okay, it's me. You're okay" I whispered and he began to kiss me back, releasing Lorenzo from the wall. My heart broke when I felt Mikael trembling in my arms. He sank to his knees before me, a tortured look on his handsome face.