Originals Mikaelson Romane & Geschichten

"I don't want to hear about him," Claire could still feel the pain in her heart—something that stabbed her deeply every time she heard Mikael's name. Josephine took a long breath, "I can't stop myself from talking about him while all this is still related to him." She looked at her with regretful eyes, “I want you to know that he is Mikael… the first person to meet you at our mansion was Mikael, not Michael. The boy you were always playing with—arguing and bothering you was Mikael, not Michael. You never knew Michael… because… John and I hid him.”

my father responded, “most common witches are neophytes, their powers are limited to telekinesis and minor spells. An apprentice is one step higher than neophytes. They had practiced better magic that could kill. If there is an apprentice, then there is strong coven here nearby.” Maria was a neophyte. She said there was a Coven nearby but she did not mention that there were apprentice-level witches. She protected Lance, they had been friends for years and witches protected eachf other like families. I could feel her anxiety upon witnessing Lance’s car pursued by the Keepers. “Lance seemed to notice me from afar,” Kane said, “he knew that I was following him. He saw an opportunity to shapeshi

Mikaelson Eve please understand that you further prove my point, that prideful organ brewing beneath your breast beats with no submission for your husband- and for this your future daughters will not be quiet gentle- but some will be loud as nagging crows scavenging on the dead earlobes of men- their bodies sculpted for Gods glory will become lures enticing our sons to sin- and they will – these, women your offspring will hand there soul over to men who our not there God- they’ll kneel for value at the altar of mans approval but that worship will not make then whole nor holy. Both: Do you see what you’ve done. You’ve made this about you by blaming me. We are both sin wrapped in flesh Both br

The scent of soft vanilla brunt through me and left a faint scent that made me look into his eyes and whisper, "Like the guy from Vampire Diaries… Klaus Mikaelson, you know?" Silence, then a sigh. He put both of his arms around me to trap me in between and warned, "As much as I enjoy seeing drunk, stalker, don't compare me to others when I'm right in front of you."

Alice POV *** Painted in orange and blue, teamed with the golden rays of the emerging sun, the sky promises freedom to fly high. Driving through the sea of people in Manhattan is quite a challenging task, but it also gives me the illusion of a normal life. It's just a foolish thought because my life is anything but normal. --- I’m Alice Michaelson, a royal member of The Originals. The Originals are the first family blessed by the moon. As the moon goddess’s first creation, the royals are gifted with special abilities—they can shift into a mighty beast called a Lycan.

“This is Crown Prince Valen Wolverson, our soon-to-be werewolf King and his Beta, Devin Smithson.” Mikayla emitted a feeble, “Hi.” “Open the cell,” Valen commanded, firm and flat. His aura had the same burning, upward-pushing energy as a Saturn V rocket. Depending on his words, it either sucked you in or spat you out. Axel stepped forward with the keys and performed the task, sliding the silver bar door open. Mikayla did not move and her pale blue eyes rested only on me. “So you are the little fairy who managed to tie down this stubborn Alpha?” Valen informally asked to help her relax. Mikayla twisted her mouth in the cutest way that made me want to kiss her. “Come out, Mikayla.”