Originals Mikaelson Romane & Geschichten

To hear it now, in this poisoning green basin, felt like a deliberate puncture into her past. The stranger in the silver cloth didn't move from the shadow of the drainage vent. Their single, effortless grip on the lead wagon's axle held the multi-ton carriage completely stationary, preventing thirty outcast children from rolling backward into the churning gears of the primary ventilation fan. The unpolished moonstone mask they wore reflected the dull, flashing red alarms of the collapsing ceiling. The double-headed crest carved into the forehead of the mask was a piece of forbidden history. It was the mark of the House of Mikaelson before the high outcast rebellion—the original executioner l

He beckoned and she hesitated a little bit but finally heeded to his call. ‘Do you trust me Alice?'. ‘What?'. ‘Do you trust me?'. ‘Yeah'. ‘Then if you really do trust me,I want you to know that I would never hurt you okay??'.He genuineness in his voice was a enough to make a scoop of ice cream melt on the floor and she nodded. She really hope he would never hurt her,she really hoped he would never. -------------------------- Christmas dinner was the dinner before Christmas morning and it was mandatory in the Mikaelson household.There was a variety of different foods ranging from roast turkey and vegetables to the bowl of eggnog which Mark Mikaelson always adored.

I had this unshakable feeling that he was Michael Sullivan, my childhood gay best friend but the propensity of that being true was very little. I mean know that warlocks live a very long time but almost a century? Anyway, I invited Michael in, dug deep to find out his true identity. When i was sure it was him, I told him who I truly am: Celeste Monroe, his best friend. After getting over his initial shock, Michael found it funny that I would take the body of the great great granddaughter of my worse enemy Gigi Mckylie. It found it funny that I am now forced to wear Sheila Mckylie's skin. Forced to contain her genes and live her life.

“He loved you, Alicia, do you know that? Mikael had only loved one person before this.” “Ghalia,” I nodded. I knew; one could never forget their first kill, I realized too late in life. “Mikael changed after you… after he THOUGHT you died. He became colder, harsher. Like a never ending tundra. And he really let everyone have it.”

Osric Blackmoor placed a heavy, calloused hand on Michaels’ lower back, projecting a comforting alpha pheromone to support the collapsing younger male. "Forgive me," Michaels whispered, his voice trembling so hard the words felt broken. Every electric pulse hitting his core made his knees weak, and he desperately wanted to drop to the stone floor of the Moon Oath Sanctuary to hide his shame. "I only know that Cedran would have been proud to see this alliance, and I am grateful that Osric is standing in his place to guide me to the altar." The magical vibrations suddenly cranked to maximum intensity, and Michaels covered his mouth, nearly dropping the golden microphone. He wanted to howl, to

she cut off when Moni slapped a hand over her mouth. "The reason Malac was kick-out is that he was secretly experimenting on Originals that were supposed to be mated to mixed blood" Damon shouted, casting an apologetic look at Jasmine, they had to be told. He sighed with relief when she just nodded. "He was trying to find a way to stop us from taking our mates and to try and counteract the effects of having to reject them. He had 100 originals locked away in a facility under Wrangel island, torturing and experimenting on them for years. What Jia did not know when she cut his wings, is that he was working for Rose, she has had her people spying on the entire authority." he shouted, watching a

Then quietly “Maelor.” The name lands strangely in the clearing. Ancient. Heavy. The fractured female near the trees looks visibly startled. “You’re real.” Maelor glances toward her. “Unfortunately.” Despite everything, Vaelith nearly laughs at the dry exhaustion in his voice. Draven studies him carefully. “You knew the originals.” Maelor’s expression shifts faintly. “I knew what they became.” The lead hunter mutters under his breath. “Here we go.” Vaelith looks sharply between them.

I didn't know Mikael well. I knew of him - he was the late Tia Valeria's novitiate. One of them. The other had died with everyone else in her House, leaving him as the sole survivor. He was young like the rest of us - an infant in voodooism.

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

My ancestor was part of the Original Seven. The Original Seven was known as the Counsel. A group of individuals, both Human and Supernatural. Human. Werewolf. Vampire. Witch. The main four that we know of today. Demon. Fae. Angel. Rayleigh opened her eyes and found Zalakai watching her closely.