Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 27

Previously on

Third Person

As Mikael's gaze swept over the town, his eyes glinting with determination and a hint of malice, the Original family braced themselves for the inevitable confrontation that lay ahead. They knew that Mikael's thirst for vengeance knew no bounds and that they would have to tread carefully if they hoped to survive his wrath.

But amidst the fear and uncertainty, there was also a glimmer of defiance—a determination to stand their ground and protect their newfound family in Beacon Hills. For in the end, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united as one against the darkness that threatened to engulf them all.

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Third Person

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the desolate streets of Beacon Hills. The air crackled with tension as the Original family braced themselves for the inevitable confrontation with their father, Mikael. Stiles stood alongside Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah, and Kol, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear.

Mikael's arrival had sent shockwaves through the town, his presence a dark omen that seemed to weigh heavily on everyone's shoulders. But amidst the fear and uncertainty, there was also a steely resolve—a determination to stand their ground and protect their home at all costs.

As Mikael stepped out of the shadows, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, Klaus felt a surge of anger boiling within him. Memories of his father's cruelty flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of the scars that Mikael had inflicted upon them all.

"Father," Klaus spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "What brings you to Beacon Hills?"

Mikael's lips curled into a twisted smile, his gaze flickering over his children with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "I've come to finish what I started," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "To rid the world of the abominations you've become."

Rebekah stepped forward, her jaw clenched in defiance. "We are not the monsters you think us to be, Father," she declared, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "We are a family, bound by blood and loyalty. And we will not let you destroy us."

Mikael's laughter echoed through the night, a chilling sound that sent shivers down their spines. "You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Rebekah," he sneered. "But words mean nothing in the face of action. Let us see if you have the strength to back them up."

With that, Mikael lunged forward, his movements swift and deadly. Klaus was the first to react, his vampire reflexes kicking into overdrive as he met his father's attack head-on. The two clashed with a ferocity that shook the ground beneath their feet, each blow reverberating through the night like thunder.

Meanwhile, Rebekah and Elijah faced off against Mikael's minions, their movements fluid and precise as they fought to hold their ground. Stiles, found himself locked in a fierce battle of his own, his senses heightened as he dodged blows and countered with strikes of his own.

As the battle raged on, the streets of Beacon Hills became a battleground, the clash of steel and the roar of thunder mingling with the cries of pain and fury. Each member of the Original family fought with a determination born of desperation, knowing that the fate of their home hung in the balance.

But despite their best efforts, Mikael proved to be a formidable adversary, his strength and skill unmatched by any opponent they had ever faced. Slowly but surely, he began to gain the upper hand, his blows raining down upon them like a relentless storm.