Stiles is a Mikaelson(Rewritten)

Chapter 31

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Stiles is a Mikaelson

Stiles's Pov

Damon smiled, his eyes shining with love and affection. "I love you, Stiles," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

As we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. No matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as we had each other, everything would be alright.

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Stiles's Pov

The day of the full moon had finally arrived, and the air was thick with anticipation. The entire family could feel the weight of the upcoming ritual pressing down on us. We were on the cusp of a monumental change, and the tension was palpable as we prepared for the evening.

As I moved through the house, I could see the same mixture of excitement and anxiety reflected in the faces of my siblings. Rebekah was meticulously organizing the ingredients while Kol was pacing back and forth, his usual bravado replaced by a nervous energy. Elijah and Klaus were discussing the final details of the ritual, their voices low and serious.

I found Finn in the library, his expression contemplative as he thumbed through an ancient text. Seeing him like this, I realized just how much we all had riding on tonight's ritual.

"Finn," I said, my voice breaking the silence. "Are you ready for this?"

He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of resolve and uncertainty. "I am, Stiles. It's just... a lot to take in. After all these centuries, the idea of becoming human again is both terrifying and exhilarating."

I nodded, understanding his feelings all too well. "I know what you mean. But we've been through so much together. We can do this."

Damon walked into the room, holding one of the triplets in his arms. "Stiles, the kids are fed and ready for bed early tonight," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I figured we could use some quiet time before everything starts."

I smiled at the sight of Damon with our children, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. "Thanks, Damon. I appreciate it."

He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We're all in this together, Stiles. Whatever happens, we face it as a family."

As the day turned to evening, the preparations for the ritual intensified. The atmosphere in the house was charged with nervous energy. We gathered all the necessary ingredients and headed to the secluded clearing where the ritual would occur.

The full moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the clearing. We formed a circle, each holding a piece of the ritual's components. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and the sound of our synchronized breathing.

Klaus stepped forward, his voice strong and steady. "Tonight, we stand on the brink of a new beginning. We've all chosen to reclaim our humanity, to face whatever consequences may come. This is our chance to start anew as a family."

Elijah nodded in agreement. "Let us begin the ritual. Remember, we must remain focused and united. Our bond is our strength."

Kol and I exchanged a glance, a silent confirmation that we were ready to proceed. We began to chant the ancient incantations, our voices blending together in a powerful harmony. The energy of the ritual filled the air, swirling around us like a tangible force. The ground beneath us seemed to hum with power, and the full moon's light grew brighter, bathing us in its glow.