Hope Mikaelson Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Aléjandro Any pain in my arm was immediately forgotten as a wave of red pinkened Mia’s otherwise pale skin, floating up her chest, to her neck, and coloring her cheeks. Waiting for my reply, she veiled her gorgeous eyes. Their usual hazel shade morphed with her declaration for a change in rules, darkening her orbs as they swirled with a deeper, richer green hue.

Basic Information Full Name: Maya Lin Age: 19 years old (Sophomore) Major: Art History (with a minor in Studio Art) Personality: Observant, sharp-witted, fiercely independent, and emotionally mature. 2. Visual Appearance The Look: Effortlessly creative. She wears paint-stained denim, silver jewelry, and Doc Martens. Physical Traits: Warm, expressive eyes that notice everything, a quick smile, and an open, inviting posture that completely contrasts with Elena’s cold rigidity. The Scent: To Elena, Maya smells like rain, old paper, oil paints, and a sweet, intoxicating warmth that drives Elena's vampire senses wild. 3. Background & Personality The Artist’s Eye: Maya doesn't just look at the wor

On the left-hand page of this enchanting tome, Astrid's eyes fell upon the captivating portrait of none other than the enigmatic Vampire King, Dexter Aquilo Gunner. His allure was beyond compare, akin to a masterpiece that had been granted the very breath of life. Dexter's vampiric features added a tantalizing edge to his persona; his porcelain skin appeared to shimmer and gleam under the gentle caress of the moon's ethereal glow. His sleek, snowy-white hair, meticulously arranged into a fashionable fringe, cascaded gracefully, partially veiling his inscrutable brow. It was as though the moonlight itself had conspired to frame him in an aura of mystique.

If I uttered a single word, if he heard the cadence of my voice, he might recognize the girl who had moaned his name under the torrential rain. The botanical serum was working perfectly. I knew to his eyes, I looked like a polished, unfamiliar political asset. My natural scent was entirely masked by the icy, clinical smell of Silas's chemical concoction. But Kaelen’s deeply ingrained, obsessive instincts were twitching. He didn't stay by the fire. He took a slow, heavy step toward me. Then another. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I didn't back away. I held my ground, raising my chin in a display of arrogant defiance.

Alpha Kaelen stepped fully out of the elevator cab, his presence so massive that the high ceilings of the 40th floor suddenly felt claustrophobic. He hadn’t changed. If anything, the four years had chiseled his features into something even more dangerous. His jaw was a hard unforgiving line, his dark hair cut shorter now exposing the faint, silver scar running from just below his left ear down into the collar of his white dress shirt. He didn't look like a supernatural monarch trying to blend into human society, he looked like a god who had condescended to walk among mortals, thoroughly bored by the necessity of it.

Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her. Azazel's hair was meticulously slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Every strand seemed to be perfectly in place, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. The dark locks gleamed under the streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around him. Olivia felt a tug at her heartstrings as she resisted the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through that perfectly styled hair.

Her voice itched her ears. She looked away from her phone facing Carly who was by then twirling her car key as she talked. Her hair was dyed red this time around but her makeup caught her eyes first. It was too much that it made her look so ugly, maybe the girl wanted to doll up like Jezebel but instead made herself a witch. "Why do I have to be scared? I love reading supernatural books. I always wanted to see a real life non human especially a vampire." Mia said "So you are a witch?" Mia asked putting back her phone into her shirt pocket.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

by nettles. Kael’s face drained of color. He staggered, one hand going to his chest like I’d punched him with air. “Stop,” he rasped. “I’m not ” I started, but the words tangled. The power wasn’t listening to me; it was answering his heartbeat, the sudden spike of pain I hadn’t meant to share. The nearest torch died completely, spitting a coil of black smoke. Shadows lunged closer. He dropped to a knee. The sight cracked something inside me I didn’t want to name. I shoved the heat down, swallowing it like broken glass. Slowly the flames found their height again, wavering but alive. My ears rang. When I could focus, he was rising, shoulders heaving, eyes bright with something wild. “First ta

Not even my fears come close to knocking that single goal off its pedestal. I allow myself to drink in the view of him, and my breath is stolen away. From afar, I’d not seen the tiny details about him, like how his perfectly fitted suit is not black but charcoal grey with a hint of brown undertone. Or how the whole ensemble severely contrasts his pale hair, garnering attention towards his attractive face. Against my better judgement, I conclude he looks nothing less than an angel; it messes with my brain as Mikael is nothing but the devil’s incarnate.