The Mikaelson Family Novels & Stories

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the grand ballroom. The air thrummed with the orchestrated buzz of an elite gathering, a symphony of champagne flutes clinking and the murmur of hushed conversations. She had infiltrated the soirée, a carefully crafted masquerade ball thrown by Castiel Mikaelson, the man who held the key to unlocking the secrets that plagued her family's legacy.

Even Giselle brought up her nose at the sight. "Damnit! That is not-" "What we want-" "To see so early-" "In the morning." The twins have arrived. Bennett and Braelynn. They were seven now, fourteen in appearance. Had major twin perks and killer fashion sense like Giselle. Mikaela was their mother. Julian their father. Or so we thought. But I knew. Dark hair runs only in genetics. Both had midnight black hair with streaks of brown in it. Like all of us, they were porcelain pretty and modeling since the age of one. Julian had protested to them being in the spotlight since such an early age, but Mikaela had won out and on they went to star in the most well known magazines on earth. One could s

She used to be like this, maybe it could have made Miles go soft. After all, nobody wanted to believe that the kid they watched grow up could suddenly become so unfamiliar. But after a serious illness, the Molson family was at a disadvantage, and everything was clear. Plus, the granddaughter also pointed out the Hayes family were spies planted in the Molson family. How could Miles still go soft? He looked away and didn't pay any attention here. He just said to Amelia, "Amelia, after you finish this test, I'll go with you to see your mom."

Pascha's voice and his grin were full of thick drops of sarcasm. "Thank you." "Belva," Mikaela finally spoke. I turned to her but kept my gaze level. She swallowed, clearly uncomfortable under my gaze. "I... I didn't know you'd be here," she said softly. "I live here, Mikaela," I replied, my tone dripping with barely concealed sarcasm. "The Roles and Moguel families have been close for decades—something even you should know. Or your so-called perfect life has left you too... preoccupied to notice the finer details?"

"But why? What was so special about their bloodlines that it would lead to destruction?" Uncle Martin took a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal more. "Your father belonged to the Ansel bloodline, known for their incredible strength and resilience as werewolves. And your mother, she was from the ancient and powerful Niklaus Mikaelson family, with a bloodline that traced back over a thousand years. The combination of their bloodlines was believed to hold tremendous power, but also great danger. It was said that if two descendants of Ansel and Niklaus Mikaelson came together, it would unleash a destructive force that could bring chaos and devastation." Samaria leaned in, her eyes filled w

Simon was just three years younger than Michel and both of them had the best sibling relationship ever. Michel was not living a happy life. He had the hardest time with his family. Michel lived in Minthor City which was a little far away from where his campus was located. There were a lot of facilities for a better education there. But he came here because he needed a peaceful life. Michel was the eldest son of the Herksin Family, which has the greatest power in the business field. Michel's house couldn't be called a house. It could be considered as a palace. But that word is called palace for other people, not for Michel. He always thought of this so-called palace as a hell in the form of a

Then he turned in his seat to face me, his expression grave. "I've been researching the Michaelson family since you asked me to," he began. "They're old money, very traditional, very secretive. Kyle's mother—Victoria Michaelson—was married to the family patriarch's younger brother. He died about fifteen years ago under circumstances that were never fully explained." "How convenient," I muttered. "Indeed. After his death, Victoria tried to leave the family, tried to take Kyle and start a new life somewhere else. The family couldn't allow that—she knew too many secrets, had too much information about their various illegal activities. So they engineered her institutionalization."

This should be interesting. Sitting here at the dinner table is surreal. I quickly realized that this family is more than likely a mafia family. Again I don’t care. What I was surprised to learn from Brett was that both families are mafia and that Breayna and Byanca are the head of theirs. I don’t know much about mafia families but I know that having women as the head of the family is strange. Darryn’s family has been very warm and inviting. This was the first dinner for Reighly, Luke, and me and so far everything was going well. Mikal told the entire family that he is gay and that he and Luke are dating. Apparently, this was not a huge surprise, well him being gay. his parents tell

◇ MYKAELA ◇ Vampirars and secret vampire clans... Cousins marrying each other to keep the bloodline pure... Sex-for-blood deals... Drinking human blood for a chronic liver disease... Old money families practicing other strange traditions... Witch curses and blood pacts... I wanted to tell him the rest of it. All of it. Every single thing I learned about the Falcos. But it might backfire. Lorenzio had heard enough for one day. Everything I'd told him about Miles and his family... Surely it pushed the boundaries of his imagination. Against Enzo's will, for the most part.

He asked. “I think you’ll know it soon enough when it is delivered to you. Also, the Marquis family is filing a case against your family...” “Our family.” He corrected him. “Yes, our family.” Miguel sighed. “I will deal with the media. I gathered the team for that.” “Thank you, Miguel. We just need to make sure that Ian won’t be able to sleep.” “I don’t think that he ever sleeps now after what happened,” Miguel added. “By the way, I want to inform you that May or Mayzie is my sister. My long lost sister.”