Novel & Cerita The Mikaelson Brothers

Spanning generations of alphas with unique abilities passed down from father to son. Micah, my father’s brother, his beta, his right hand. He had my parents killed because he thought he deserved to be the Alpha, even though he wasn’t the eldest with the blessing of the moon goddess gift, the Alpha with the special abilities meant to lead the pack Nor did he face my father in a fair fight. He paid goons loyal to him to gun them down like animals. He kept me, and my two brothers alive I was ten, Kyle was barely eight and Samuel was six. We all believed it when Micah said my parent's car crashed over the mountains, their bodies mangled beyond recognition.

Pascha Mikhaelovich? My heart stopped. a. k a. my brother? I breathed heavily, waiting for my wits to work again because I was sure that none of my family was involved with the Russian mafia. "Pascha Mikhaelovich..." Another man hummed, "That brutal man with an empty brain?" Another chuckled, "Russian... isn't that what they always do?" "Yes. That's why Brandon Mikhaelovich always gets into trouble for it." I stepped back in surprise, "His kids I thought could always cause a scene."

Like a slut. Again, the universal was fucking hilarious. And now, it cracked another joke. But I couldn't even laugh out since disbelief knotted my tongue. Then again, it wasn't exactly disbelief but refusal. Bloody blatant refusal that Mikael was Malakai's brother. "How could darkness and light entwine in one family's blood?" Those words rolled out of my tongue. The question was mindless but completely sincere. Mikael's chuckle affirmed it. Repeatedly, the breeze blew softly through the grove. Fortunately, it took my confusion to Mikael.

The thought of something traumatic happening to my sister in the clutches of those bastards had me riled up, and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "It already could have, though. I can't believe Layla would do that. To get to Becca, too, of all people? Why were they even interested in her? Did you ever find out through your sleuthing?" Allegra asked. "The Michaelson brothers are working with Sergei's son," I replied. "He is still very much after James. Seems the two factions have put aside their differences and banded together against the four of us. It's all entwined now."

I questioned as I furrowed my eyebrows this time around. "Jayson Holmes made his way to New Kingston, it's been almost a week. And then, Collins Morgan made his appearance too. And who is next?" He shrugged as he asked rhetorically as he grinned. "Nikolaos and his brothers, the original bloodline of the moon brotherhood." He finally said, letting the cat out of the bag.

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

Lucas strongly believed that he should be punished for his sins, while Caspian wanted to save him in any way possible. “True, we need to be on the same page.” There was a defeat in Lucas' voice that gave me a little hope that they might work together and save Derek. The house was eerily quiet, except for the kitchen. All of the others were in their rooms, unaware of the silent war their oldest brothers were waging against their uncle. They had their doubts, but other than Ian, none of them knew what was going on. “When will Alaric return?” Dev questioned all of a sudden.

****At Alpha Mikael's Mansion At Alpha Mikael's Mansion, the air buzzed with an unseen, ancient energy. Mikael Heaven Cassius tossed in his bed, his brow furrowed in restless sleep, trapped in a vivid dream that replayed the familiar clash between Michael and Lucifer. But tonight, the dream shifted into something deeper, more personal, a tugging sensation pulling at his very soul, telling him he somehow belonged there, within the chaos of celestial light and infernal darkness.

he growled. Carson scoffed. "You think I care about your little antics with your PA? That’s your business—and your wife’s, if she finds out." Mikel’s anger softened. He looked afraid the matter would blow up and damage his reputation. If his wife heard about it, she’d probably nag him forever. "What’s your business with the K Brothers Creed?" Mikel, who had just begun to relax, suddenly fell back into his chair. Horror flickered across his face. How did he find out about this too? He was beyond shocked. All this while, he thought his cover was solid.

He was Tracy's brother and had always defended her, and this time would be no different. David had put Tracy's brother, a wolf whose loyalty was a chasm of doubt, to watch over her. It was a family rift turned security strategy, a vicious circle of mistrust that made it impossible to know who was spying on whom. It only made me realize that betrayal had turned the Pack's structure into a nest of snakes. And that the Mikaelson family was simply torn apart. “This is a new level of madness to consider,” Aiden muttered as he looked at the photograph.