The Vampire Diaries Mikaelson Family Novels & Stories

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

“All the humans that are brought into the family are told. Those who choose to leave have their memories taken. We compel those who choose to remain to keep the family secret at all costs. Us kids go off to college or university, get drunk, and start talking rubbish, but we can never reveal it. You get angry and decide to act out of spite. You can never reveal it. The only time we can talk about vampires, or werewolves for that matter, is when we’re in our homes. With our families. Those who already know and are compelled to secrecy.” “And you’re all right with that? With them messing with your heads?” “After what happened to the Salvays and Passerinis, they decided this would be done to pre

Damien's painting income barely reached $3,000. I spent months arranging the invitations and securing the prestigious spots with the Vampire Council. Everyone else in the family just stood back while I handled everything - the invitations, the formal attire, the blood preparations, even the etiquette training they'd need. Damien's parents lived in our mansion's east wing. They survived entirely on my wealth since I turned them into vampires to save their lives. Every month, I took four hundred and fifty thousand dollars out of my own funds just to support Damien's family.

"Mia doesn't have brothers. Her aunt is the only family that she's had." "I'm not sure that’s the case," said Quincy, "Mia's family ended up being killed. I've been looking into that situation. I think it might have been part of a werewolf attack…and I believe it’s because Mia is the alpha. You know werewolves like tradition, and that doesn't usually involve women being Alphas." I stared at him. "If Mia's the Alpha…Harper is next in line." Quincy locked eyes with me. Brooklyn had kept him in the know on everything that had happened with me and Mia, including that Harper was my daughter. Alpha heirs tended to be targets because if you could take out an heir, you could gain control of a wolfpa

Years ago, to marry Alaric, I made a bet with my family: I had five years to conceive a vampire heir to prove his true love, or I would have to return home. "No, Father," I said softly, my fingers brushing against the pregnancy crystal in my pocket. "I am already pregnant. But I still lost the bet." My father seemed to understand and did not press further. The thought of home hit me hard. My hand gripping the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. I hadn’t allowed myself to think of my family’s estate as ‘home’ in a long time, not since the day I had defied him and insisted on marrying Alaric.

For me. And that was something. “Uncle Michael didn’t bring us here by chance,” I said, my voice low but steady. “The Pierce family has been tied to the vampires for generations. We’ve served them—specifically the Strigoi. That’s why Dad took us away. He was trying to break the chain.” My mother’s face went pale. “Cainebrille belongs to them, Mom. The Strigoi. And the werewolves too.” Her gasp was sharp, disbelieving.

Mike explained as they started walking towards the pack house. “And to answer your other question, no I am human. Mike found me and saved me, and it turned out we were Soul Mates. After I have the baby he will turn me. Vampires can’t have babies and I really wanted to have a family.” Leah answered while smiling up at Mike again.

type gesture, and was about to take a swig, when Michael interrupted. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on!” He jumped into the center of our little circle, his hands clamped around several little test tubes, filled with a blue liquid. He began passing them out, and once everyone in our group had one, he continued, “I figured we’d all do a shot in honor of Danni’s 18th!” Danni looked at the vial in her hand questioningly. “What is it?” “It’s a blue kamikaze.” He replied. “Trust me, it’s good.” He flipped the top off of his with his thumb, and held it out, as he glanced around at the group. “Well?”

It was the proof that the DNA test turned out to be false. There were no flaws there because it checked the lineages to the point of seeing the magical traits. All of a sudden the water turned very green. That made everyone start talking, and Theo cursed. “I'm going to make his life miserable,” Theo whispered, and I restrained myself from roaring. My father looked annoyed, as did my mother. “This young woman is a full-blooded Mikaelson,” my father said. “She has a very strong bond with her father, and for that, she should be recognized as such.”

“Sign the divorce papers and I am giving you three months to marry Zita. If you don't, not only would you be stripped of your position as the CEO but you will be disowned as my son,” “But, it doesn't end there. Mikael—” I froze. “Mikaelson would take over as the CEO. Since he is single, he would marry Zita and I would strip you of everything. If you agree, you can go but if you don't—” He shot a glare at me. “Sit Down!” The sound of blood rushing into my ears drowned out the other noises and the name ‘Mikaelson’ kept repeating in my head. In that moment where it seemed like I almost exploded, I hated myself and whatever power Mikael had over me.