Originals Rebekah Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Christian and Nox instantly stood in front of me, shielding me and Morana from Mizkeal. My gaze locked with Mizkeal’s from over Christian’s and Nox’s shoulders. Mizkeal smirked menacingly. “Will it be comforting if I say that his heart is still beating for you?” He mocked. “Not for too long, though. My heart walked to me itself. Come to me, my heart…” His gaze shifted to Morana. Nox and Christian turned back to see Morana staring intently at Mizkeal. I grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back, sinking my claw into her neck.

Rebekah continued adjusting herbs along a table. Her red hair shining nearly blood red in the firelight. Her blue eyes flitted to me. Firelight dancing across her golden cheeks. “What did you mean by that?” I couldn’t resist. “She likes to dose the younger she-wolves with her herbal tea which prevents the continuance of our pack.” “Why would she do that?” Rebekah shrugged as she stirred a pomade over the fire. “Who knows. But my guess would be because her mate had been the original alpha of the NightHunter pack. And the current one is her son which was banished from our pack.”

Crystal answered airily. "But I won't." Crystal rolled her eyes and smiled at her. She had her eyes on her and thought for a moment. "How did you get here?" "I rode the carriage." Rebecca answered and sat down on the bed. "Did your husband come with you?" Crystal asked keenly. "No. I came on my own. Except Cathy and my maid, Zita, joined me." Rebecca said calmly. "Cathy?" Crystal said confusingly. She looked at her friend's stomach and sat it wasn't big anymore.

I was merely a vessel for his ambition, and Nicole, who was supposed to be my confidant, was complicit in this charade. A tear escaped my eye as I forced a smile, struggling to suppress the snobbish sounds that bubbled from my throat. I was the reincarnation of the moon goddess, a title that had only ever brought me pain. My father had distanced himself from me after my mother’s death, blaming me for her demise. I had been left in the care of my Nana, who had also been taken from me too soon. My father's discovery of my true nature had only fueled his quest for power, further isolating me. Ryker’s betrayal felt like a confirmation of everything I had feared. A searing pain spread across my c

The trepidation reflected in her eyes only heightened her appeal, intensifying my desire for her. Upon noticing my presence, their faces drained of color, and they exchanged anxious looks. Rebekah stepped forward, a facade of composure settling over her features. “Vincenzo,” she greeted, her voice smooth and inviting. I returned her smile, my gaze still fixed on Lyra. “Rebekah,” I responded, my tone deep and resonant. I approached her, arms outstretched for an embrace. Rebekah fit seamlessly into my hold, her slender form contrasting sharply with Lyra’s more voluptuous silhouette.

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.

But I wasn’t ready to tell all of them yet. But it’s time now. “Why did you say that?” He asked under his breath. “It’s what I was…” “You were a Gallion?” He seemed incredulous. Clearly knowing the name of the greatest wolf royalty in recent times. “One of the heirs.” I nodded slightly. But Rebekah’s cutting voice drew my attention. “Don’t move!” She doesn’t want me moving anything, not even my head, until she can ensure the tremors didn’t shatter any bones.

Rebekah was the one that did most of the planning but Jonah was in charge of keeping them safe. “Beck, you heard what the merchant said. ‘A big coven’? That has to be Silver Moon Coven. They’ve gotta be close. And if they have managed to track the girl this far with the glamour on there’s no telling what would happen if we take it off.” His argument was fair. But Rebekah was expecting this. She got up and went to a closet. A few moments later she came back with a box of crystals. “I’ve been charging these.”

Rebekah look away with a sigh escaping her lips, she walked towards the bed and lay on it. "Girl you can't blame me you know, with the numerous dates I'm made go to, I got tired at some point." "So you're just sending your friend into the lion's den unprotected," I mumbled, rolling my eye. Rebekah abruptly sat up as if remembering something. "I don't know if this helps but he's a Ceo and his father is a high school friend of my dad's, oh what was his name again, Ummm I think it's Alexander Morgan."

Rebekah drove through the compound, halting her car. Her thoughts haywire into the void. She stared at nothing in particular but soon regained consciousness when a knock pounded softly on her window. She looked out, it was Jennifer, her girlfriend. " Miss me much?" Jennifer grinned, crossing her arms as she watched Rebekah come out of the car. They embrace, Jennifer placing a soft kiss on her cheek. " I can't deny it though." Jennifer's Australian accent was thick as she spoke. Rebekah had always teased her— telling her girlfriend that her Australian accent was one thing she really adored so whenever Jennifer spoke, it made Rebekah giggled.