Mikaelson Romane & Geschichten

“I’m Mikaela.” ***

His whole body emitted one thing—tempered anger. "I broke the code on Adrian's burner," Malcolm grunted. "And there was only one message. Sent just two hours prior to the wedding surveillance collapse." He struck a key. The screen pulsed with a solitary, chilling message. From: Muse.Halo "Understood. Will reroute her path to the east wing. Ten minutes. Just like we practiced. Kc's eyes narrowed. "That pseudonym. Muse.Halo." "Blocked IP," Malcolm repeated darkly. "Tried using foreign relays. But I tracked it. Here."

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

We were just about to enter a room when a cold, calm voice echoed from the top of the staircase. “Jazper. You're here. Good to see you again.” I looked up. Mikaela Gibson. I’d studied her more than anyone. From the way her sharp brows angled downward, to her perfectly ironed hair, to the simple but expensive dress she wore. She looked like someone who didn’t miss a single detail, and didn’t forgive easily. Strict. Sophisticated. Quietly terrifying. “Mother,” Mr. Gibson said, his face unreadable. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even stop walking.

Mia nodded and handed the twins over to Lukas. “I need something that belongs to him” “I'll get it” Lukas said and returned with Micheal's jacket. “He forgot this in my study” The room fell silent, my heart thumped so loud in my ears. Mia closed her eyes, sniffed the jacket and began to mutter a spell. Minutes passed and she stopped. Her face scrunched up but her eyes remained closed. “What is it? What did you see?” “Micheal is here” “Where?” I looked around, puzzled.

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." --------------------------------------

He pretends Micheal is right here, bent over the Alpha Work Table, with his big male ass pushed back, letting his professor claim him. He pumps his hand like a blur. The heat inside his body gets super hot. He is getting so close to spending. He lets out a loud moan, then stops. The walls of the Scholar's Citadel are very thin. He can not let Schwoz Moonridge, the keeper of ancient wolf records in the next room, hear him making noise. "Fuck, Micheal," Miles whispers through his teeth. He is about to cum. Knock. Knock. Knock. "Elder Wolf Sage Miles?" Micheal's voice comes through the door. "Are you inside?"

Where'd he go?! She turned again and was surprised to see the four guards appear out of nowhere. The tall blond male stepped forward. He had an ecstatic expression on his face. "I'm Mikael, the fun one. The redhead is Liam, a party pooper. The one with the scar is Elaine, enough said. And the other one is Mila, who secretly wants to" Katy quickly walked over to Mikael and began to beat him with her arms. "The hell is wrong with you!" She was jumping up and down to hit his face, but because he was so tall he just laughed it off.

“What’s wrong with you, Mia? You weren’t like this before. You were all over me. Now you cling to him like a stray dog. What does he have to offer you besides sex?” I almost laughed. After what happened tonight, the answer was clear. “Protection.” Something about Maxello had changed. I knew he didn’t get along with his twin, but what about me? Why did he sound like this? “Protection from who?” he mocked. “From himself? From reality? He’ll ruin you like he ruined the other women in his life. No matter how pretty you look in his arms, you’ll never replace Hazel.” At the name, I felt Rolex tense at the mention of the name. Hazel. The same name tattooed on his body. The one he never spoke about.

Both Alex and Cheryl froze. Alex asked James, “Old man, who is this old fart? He actually opened his mouth and demanded Ganoderma?” Before James could open his mouth, that old man said cockily, “Who are you calling old fart, you brat? Did your parents not teach you to be polite to your elders? I’m Darven Mikail, also known as the legendary doctor. You can call me Legendary Doctor Mikail.” Alex took two glances at him and shook his head. He didn’t say anything but let out a sigh.