Originals Rebekah Mikaelson Novels & Stories

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

Cammie, the most senior red wolf after Raina, asked. “It would seem that this is probably the case. I know that it sounds strange that there is no aspect of our history that knew about Rebekah’s father being a vampire. I can’t say that I really understand how that could happen, but I do know that Rebekah’s father was killed when she was less than three years old. We know that Rebekah’s mother was a white wolf who was essentially a lone wolf. I believe that after Rebekah’s parents mated, they stayed in isolation, especially with how upset the vampires became. It would not surprise me at all if Rebekah’s mother had long isolated from her family and her parents probably never met her mate. We d

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.

Noticing that my muscles remain stationary, her fingers turn bold, sliding down toward my belt buckle. Rebekah had engineered the entire sequence, inviting my station to a secure dining hall inside the hotel fortress with the sole intention of drugging my senses to get me inside this private room. Knowing that my wolf suffers from extreme neat-freak programming, she had deliberately consumed excessive synthetic alcohol and vomited directly onto my chest armor, certain that my system would be unable to tolerate the contamination, forcing me to secure an isolated chamber to wash away the stains. Her twisted logic registers zero guilt for the manipulation; her brain believes any treason is just