Kol Mikaelson daughter book 1

The start

Sabrina Mikleason POV pre-Originals

My name is Sabrina, Sabrina Mikleason, and no, I'm not some young, forgotten little sister. No, I'm Kol Mikaelson's daughter. Like my father, I, too, was a child prodigy. I took to magic when I was 5 or 6.
Anna, my mother, is or was a witch and a dragon. My father was a witch, so that made me a hybrid, but when I was five months old, I died. My mother had called upon the demon queen Belladonna.

She gave me life, which made me a tribrid part, Witch, Dragon, and Demon, but I'm Demon Royalty, making me Damn near impossible to kill. When I was 7, my mom was dead. That's when the witches of the time raised me until I was 15, when they deemed that I was too powerful. I wanted to know why my dad didn't help, so they locked me in a house for over 1,000 years.

I saw everything that happened throughout the years, and I did see my father's death. It hurt to watch. While I was here, I attended the Hollow or Inadu. We are best friends, and she gave me her power, but I gave her something she always wanted: the power to feel things.

I gave her emotions, but when she gave me her power, she faded away to the afterlife. But her spirit comes and talks to me. Inadu and Belladonna are my best friends; we made a coven for ourselves. It's just us three, and that was all we needed until the spell that kept me in here had lasted so long that the three of us together broke it and I took the magic and added it to a necklace my mother gave me, it's a Mikaelson it was my fathers.

Sabrina POV/The present day

I was walking to the record store, and I saw Davina Claire. I have always wanted to meet a Harvest Witch. I "accidentally" bumped into her, and we dropped our stuff.

"I am so sorry I am such a klutz," I said as I knelt and picked out stuff.

"No, it's fine. I wasn't looking," she said as she looked at me. I think she looked at me and was more concerned about my age.

"Umm, I'm sorry for asking. I know I have no right, but umm, how old are you?" she asked as I looked at me.

"15," I said as I looked away.

"And your parents?" she asked.

"Mom died when I was seven, and I never knew my father, so I have lived with my aunt, and she is a drunk," I said as she looked at me.

"You can come live with me," she offered, and I gladly accepted her offer.

We walked and talked, and we walked to her place. It was lovely.

"So you're a witch," I said as she looked at me. I put my hand up, lit the candles, and put them out again.

"And you are one, too," she said as she gave me a room she went to close the door.

"NO!" I yelled as she jumped.

"Sorry, I'm not the biggest fan of small spaces. I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell," I said as she nodded.

Over the next few days, I met Marcel and her other friends, and I also met my uncles and aunt; let's just say they are not my biggest fans.

We were walking and talking as we got to the record store. It looked like Davina got her Iceland and folklore music for someone else.' I knew it was horrible, but I had my headphones, but I was looking, and a guy was there. He walked out as he looked at Davina.